So, this whole ‘dark cherry’ thing with Michael Kors. Yeah, I went through a phase with that.
It wasn’t like I desperately needed something new, you know? My closet’s already doing its best impression of a stuffed sausage. But I saw that color, that deep, rich cherry, and it just sort of… clicked. Stuck in my brain like a catchy, annoying song.
My Brilliant Idea (or so I thought)
I told myself, “It’s practical! It’s a classic color! It’ll go with everything!” Famous last words, right? I spent a good week, maybe more, just mulling it over. Back and forth. You know how it is.
- Did I really need it? Nope.
- Did I really want it? Oh, absolutely.
- Could I justify it? I’m pretty good at mental gymnastics when I want to be.
So, I did it. Clicked ‘add to cart’ faster than you can say “impulse buy.” Waited by the door like a dog waiting for its owner. The usual drill when you’re really looking forward to something you probably shouldn’t have bought.
The Grand Debut
When it finally arrived, I was all excited. Ripped open the package like a kid on Christmas morning. And there it was. Definitely dark cherry. Looked just like the pictures, which was a relief, let me tell you. So far, so good.
I decided to take it out for a spin the very next weekend. Felt pretty snazzy, I won’t lie. Strutting around, thinking I was all that and a bag of chips. Then, the first minor hiccup. It was a bit… stiffer than I expected. And the clasp, oh boy, that clasp was a mini-workout for my fingers every single time I wanted to get my wallet or keys. Not a dealbreaker, but, you know, one of those little annoyances that makes you sigh a bit.
And then, my friend, bless her heart, she squinted at it real hard and said, “Is that… brown? Or like, a very sad purple?” Dark cherry, honey. It’s dark cherry. Some people just don’t get art, I guess. Or maybe the lighting in that cafe was just terrible. Who knows?
So, What’s the Verdict?
Do I use it every day? Nah, not really. It’s more of a ‘mood’ thing now. It’s one of those pieces that reminds me that sometimes you just gotta get the thing that catches your eye, even if it’s not a hundred percent perfect, or if your friends think it’s a sad, confused color. It’s part of the collection now, sitting there, looking all dark and cherry-like in my closet.
It’s a story, right? Another one for the books. Or, in this case, for the closet. Still like the color, though. Most of the time. When the lighting is right.
