So, as everyone who goes to school knows, it's useful to carry around bags to keep your books in. For the past two terms I've been carrying around a shoulder bag carried in beads - a different one each time. The first one was sky blue with lots of flower patterns in an Indian style decorated with loads of different beads. The second was a beige bag with geometric Indian style patterns (you may begin to notice a theme here) decorated in different beads and plasticy-gem things. It's honestly less tacky than it sounds.
So, for the first two weeks you carry them, you feel different, cooler. In a school that's ultra-strict on uniform, bags are practically the only way of expressing your individual style, and with you it feels extra-individual. No one has the same bag as you. It's a little bit retro, a lot of boho, and slightly hints at a long history of travel. Hell, you develop a bag superiority complex.
Then, after a bit, the problems start. It starts with one bead falling off. "Yay" you think. "I can keep this as my lucky charm." Then another. And another. The pattern becomes unsymmetrical, then uneven, then ceases to be a pattern. The look goes from boho to hobo, and those two swapped around letters make a hell of a difference. Suddenly, those endlessly repeated pink and navy striped canvas totes start to look desirebal, even though a few days before you'd have rather spat on your Grandmother's grave than worn them.
So next term, I'm going for white leather with fringing. Bring on the spoilt little rich girl.
So, for the first two weeks you carry them, you feel different, cooler. In a school that's ultra-strict on uniform, bags are practically the only way of expressing your individual style, and with you it feels extra-individual. No one has the same bag as you. It's a little bit retro, a lot of boho, and slightly hints at a long history of travel. Hell, you develop a bag superiority complex.
Then, after a bit, the problems start. It starts with one bead falling off. "Yay" you think. "I can keep this as my lucky charm." Then another. And another. The pattern becomes unsymmetrical, then uneven, then ceases to be a pattern. The look goes from boho to hobo, and those two swapped around letters make a hell of a difference. Suddenly, those endlessly repeated pink and navy striped canvas totes start to look desirebal, even though a few days before you'd have rather spat on your Grandmother's grave than worn them.
So next term, I'm going for white leather with fringing. Bring on the spoilt little rich girl.
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