So, I finally got my hands on a black Birkin handbag. It wasn’t exactly a walk in the park, let me tell you.
It started ages ago, really. You see these bags everywhere, well, not everywhere everywhere, but you know, in pictures, on celebs. Always looked kinda classy, especially the black one. Seemed like the sort of thing that just works, doesn’t scream for attention but definitely gets noticed.
Getting one though? That’s a whole other story. Heard all the tales about waiting lists, needing to buy other stuff first, all that jazz. It’s not like popping down the shops for a loaf of bread. There’s this whole thing about scarcity. They don’t churn these out like widgets; it’s deliberate, makes them feel more special, I guess. Or just harder to get.
I decided black was the way to go. Looked at others, sure. Heard the lighter pinks are super popular right now, collectable even. But black felt more… me. More practical, maybe? Goes with everything, less likely to show every little mark. Just felt right.
The Actual Process
So, I started putting out feelers. Visited the store now and then. Didn’t want to seem desperate, you know? Just browsed, bought a few smaller things over time. Had a chat here and there. It’s like building a relationship, sort of. Weird for just buying a bag, but that seems to be the game.
Honestly, there was a lot of waiting. And wondering if it would ever happen. You start to think maybe it’s just hype, maybe I should just get something else. But I’d kind of set my mind on it by then.
Then, one day, kinda out of the blue, I got the call. They had one. A black one. Did I want it? Felt like winning a small lottery, honestly.
First Impressions Holding It
Picking it up was something else. You hear about the craftsmanship, how each one is handmade by one person over several days. Sounded a bit like marketing speak before, but holding it? You can kinda feel it. The weight is substantial. The leather smells amazing, rich. Every stitch looks perfect, like really perfect. It doesn’t feel like something mass-produced. It feels solid, like someone really put time and effort into it.
- The leather: Top notch. Supple but structured.
- The hardware: Solid, clicks nicely.
- The stitching: Seriously impressive up close.
It’s definitely more than just a bag; it feels like a piece of proper work. Art might be pushing it, but definitely serious craft.
Living With It
Using it? Well, it’s still a handbag. It holds my stuff. But I’m definitely more conscious of it. Don’t want to scratch it, get caught in the rain with it. It’s a bit nerve-wracking at first.
Was it worth all the fuss? Hard to say objectively. It cost a bomb, took effort. But seeing it there, using it… yeah, there’s a satisfaction to it. It wasn’t just buying an item; it was the whole process, the chase, and finally getting this really well-made thing. The black is perfect, understated but definitely there. No regrets on the color choice. It just works.
