There are few certainties in this life, death and taxes being the most obvious.
I would like to submit my own personal addition: I am certain that I will never be responsible, or adult, enough to own a white Hermés Birkin.
At a spring Luxury preview, I hesitantly walked by the lovely case of perfect, pristine white Hermés leather Birkins you see above and visibly shuddered.
There wasn’t any red wine anywhere near me, but I was certain that it was going to appear, that the locked case would open, that the purses would be ruined and it would all be my fault.
This is just how my life works.
There are a few things I’ll splurge on, things that are such daily necessities that quality and longevity justify a bigger price tag: Work flats, boots and makeup pretty much round out that list for me.
I’ve had a few nice handbags in my day, but I can’t promise that they won’t get flung in a corner when my favorite song comes on.
Designer sunglasses seem to run away from me screaming.
A white Birkin?
I prefer to tempt fate on less risky things.
Like leaving for the airport 20 minutes too late.