Dream Designer Dupes

I never took myself for a knockoff girl. I always thought it was pointless to spend hundreds of dollars on a fake. I just couldn’t wrap my brain around it. I even have it a try in my early 20s by purchasing not one, not two, but three dukes of Louis Vuitton. I wore them a couple of times, but mostly, I just kept them on my closet shelf and stared at them. I really would stand there and stare. Crazy, I know. But that was just how disgusted I was with them. In the back of my mind, all I could think about was everyone looking at me carrying my designer fakes. Judging me. Laughing at me. That was then.
Fast forward nearly 20 years. Now, I still can’t wrap my brain around spending and ungodly amount on a fake. And to be honest, I really can justify spending the big bucks in the real thing either. However, my shopping skills have developed quite maturely, and I can spot quality a mile away. Especially when it comes to handbags and leather goods. And, if I’m blessed enough to find both in one product, it’s heaven. That’s exactly what happened a few days ago.
As a resell shop owner (LeRevival Haus, shameless plug), I take weekly shopping trips in order to source for inventory for my boutique. It was on this glorious trip that I found my newest beauty, a vintage dupe of the Chanel Boy Bag. Yaaaasssssss, girl! I couldn’t believe it either! But indeed, there it was. In all of its splendor. I was drawn to it, like a moth to a flame. Could it have been because it was red? Oh no, I actually don’t even like red. Yet, I couldn’t stop looking at it until I got it in my hand. And ohhhhhhh, when I got it in my hands, the leather, real leather, was so soft, supple. Like butter. Immediately Lil Wayne’s song “Leather so Soft,” began to play in my head. That was it. I was done. Game over.
I did make sure to inspect the interior before I ran off into the sunset with it. Clean, no peeling. Check. Interior pocket for my credit cards. Check. Label? Nowhere to be found. But that’s ok. I knew from the heavy gold chain it was from the late 80s/early 90s. This bag was what dupe dreams were made of. And it was all mine!
As I sat in my car gleaming with pride at my newborn coming home for the first time, I could help but wonder… What have I done? Who have I become? Am I destined for a life of dupes? Who am I? Well, if they are all this good, and it’s wrong, then I don’t want to be right! And the price! Imagine paying $2.50 for a bag that could have easily cost $4900.00! Yep. Only time will tell. Stay tuned…

Yours in Style,

XoXoMo