Okay, here’s my attempt at a blog post mimicking the style of the example, about my “louis vuitton small bag” experience:
So, I finally caved. I got myself a Louis Vuitton small bag. It wasn’t, like, a spur-of-the-moment, “oh, shiny!” kind of thing. I’d been eyeing these little guys for ages.
First, I scrolled through, I don’t know, a million pictures online. Seriously, my phone’s camera roll is probably 90% screenshots of different Louis Vuitton bags at this point. I was trying to figure out which one even fit my vibe, you know?
The Great Style Debate
- Pochette? Too…common? I saw everyone and their grandma with one.
- Alma BB? Cute, but did I want that structured shape?
- Speedy? A classic, for sure, but was it “small” enough for what I wanted?
I spent, embarrassingly, way too long at the store. Felt so akward. The sales assistant was super nice, though. I think she could tell I was overwhelmed. I finally narrowed it down to two: a little crossbody with the classic monogram, and a slightly edgier one in Epi leather.
I must have tried them both on, like, ten times each. Walked around the store with them, pretended to pull out my phone, my wallet…the whole shebang. I even asked my friend’s opinion by snap photos.
Decision time. Drumroll, please… I went with the classic monogram! It just felt…right. It matched almost my outfits I have in my closet, you know what i mean?
I paid that price. And I walked out of that store feeling like a million bucks (even though my bank account definitely felt a little lighter). Okay, it’s just a bag. But it’s my Louis Vuitton small bag, and I love it! I finally got what I want.
