First off, you got the whole “Hermès Brown” thing happening. Sounds simple, but it’s not *just* brown. It’s *Hermes* brown. That rich, chocolatey, slightly-burnt-caramel kinda hue that just screams “I have taste and, like, a trust fund probably.” I saw one the other day – an Evelyne, I think, the chocolate brown Epsom leather GM handbag purse mentioned in my… notes (yeah, notes!). Anyway, it was just *sitting* there. Taunting me. Like, “Hey, peasant, enjoy your Zara bag.” Rude.
And then there’s the leather. Oh, the leather. Epsom, apparently. I dunno *exactly* what Epsom is, but it sounds fancy, and it *feels* fancy. It’s that kind of leather that just gets better with age, you know? Like a fine wine… or a perfectly aged, uh, Hermes bag. Honestly, I’d probably be too scared to actually *use* one. What if I got coffee on it? Or, worse, *pen*?! The horror!
I was checking out Stylight – don’t judge, retail therapy is real – and they’re apparently having some kind of sale on brown Hermes leather bags. Up to -32%! Which, okay, still probably means it costs more than my rent, but a girl can dream, right? And there’s like, a bajillion different styles. It’s overwhelming! I saw a change purse, which, honestly, is almost more offensive than the full-sized bag. Like, you’re rich enough to have a *dedicated* purse just for spare change? Come on!
But seriously, the allure is there. It’s the craftsmanship, the history, the sheer *status* of it all. It’s like carrying around a little piece of art (that you can also put your keys and phone in). Are they ridiculously overpriced? Probably. Would I sell my soul for one? Maybe. Don’t tell my therapist.
