Hence, my quest. A quest, mind you, for the holy grail of handbag dupes: the FABLOU Luna bag dupe. I’m talkin’ a bag that LOOKS the part, FEELS the part (ish), but doesn’t require me to eat ramen for a month to afford it.
Now, I’ve scoured the internet. And lemme tell ya, it’s a jungle out there. You got your “inspired by” bags, your “similar silhouette” bags, your straight-up knock-offs (which, ethically… eh, let’s not get into that rabbit hole right now). Finding the *perfect* dupe is like finding a decent parking spot downtown on a Saturday – rare and frustrating.
The thing is, you gotta consider the deets. The original FABLOU, right? It’s all about that like, easy-clean, cruelty-free material. Which, good on them! But that also contributes to the price tag. So, with a dupe, you gotta decide where you’re willing to compromise. Are you okay with a slightly-less-easy-to-clean material? (I am, honestly. I’m not planning on taking my bag mud wrestling). Are you worried about the, uh, *origins* of the materials? (Okay, that’s fair. Gotta do your research).
I saw this one dupe on, I think it was Shien? (Don’t judge me, we’re all allowed to shop there sometimes, okay?!). It *looked* pretty darn close in the pictures. Like, the shape was right, the colors were similar (they even had a kinda-sorta dupe for that awesome bright yellow one!). But the reviews… oh, the reviews. People were complaining about the stitching, the feel of the material, the fact that it arrived looking like it had been sat on by a small elephant. Hard pass.
Then there was this other one, from some random Etsy shop. Pricier than the Shein one, but supposedly “handmade” and using “vegan leather.” Sounded promising! But the pictures were kinda blurry, and the seller only had like, three reviews. Risky business.
Honestly, I’m still on the hunt. Maybe I’ll just bite the bullet and save up for the real deal. Or maybe I’ll just stick with my trusty tote bag, which, let’s face it, can hold way more stuff anyway. But the *idea* of a cute, colorful, Luna-esque bag… it’s still calling to me.
