January 2017 we went to Paris on a very exciting pilgrimage to visit the city of love ( I know super cheesy). It’s always very strange to me to think that before last January I had never visited Paris, the most beautiful and romantic city in the world. I mean, I love French food, I love cheese and most of all I love Chanel – more on that later.
I managed to bribe my husband with promises of buttery croissants, cheese fondues, small sweet pastries and red wine, lots and lots of red wine. We ate very very well and in four days I managed to put on 2 pounds, my husband (the luckiest person alive) somehow managed to lose 3 pounds. Life’s unfair right!
One of highlights of the trip was traveling to the top of the Eiffel Tower at sunset and watching the sparkly lights dancing around. It was like thousands of tiny diamonds sparkling and lighting up the night sky. We drank mulled wine, ate large stale pretzels (probably the only thing I ate in Paris which wasn’t amazing).
One reason for traveling to Paris was to acquire a new bag. I had my sights set on a Chanel black boy bag, having owned a denim one at that time for nearly a year and loving the aesthetic and relaxed style. I was very certain that a boy bag and one in black would be the choice for me. I think long and hard about each purchase I make, especially when spending that kind of money.
Whilst walking around the Galleries Lafayette on a Sunday, (who knew that the majority of the shops in Paris are closed on a Sunday? Well obviously not me!) I noticed in the corner of my eye a small grey boy bag in the most perfect mix of dove and elephant grey. The bag of my dreams. I had to blink a few times and call my husband over, just to be sure I wasn’t seeing things.”darling” I said, can you see that bag? he looked at me like this could be a trick question and said hesitantly ” the grey one.” (Relieved that all the pastries I had been eating hadn’t given me a confused sugary hallucination.) I smiled and looked for a sales associate a tall regal dark haired lady arrived to help me she spoke perfect English, wonderful for an uneducated lady like me who can only speak broken Spanish and a tiny amount of French, let me demonstrate;
“bonjour mon nom est Sarah je vis à Londres j’aime faire du shopping” “hello my name is Sarah I live in London and I like shopping” I learnt this at school while doing my French exams, I still failed but my accommodating French teacher said I had a fantastic accent!
Yes that’s the face I gave her too. (this was taken on that trip to Paris)
Anyway back to the story, this was the grey boy bag from the recent Cuba Collection a bag that had sold out in London and even I, a personal shopper couldn’t get hold of one. (Despite trying every London boutique and bribing the SA’s with Laduree macarons.) It was so nearly perfect, the only thing stopping me from whipping out my wallet right there and then was its size. I had my heart set on a medium boy bag being of the curvy variety I find the small boy bag to be just that little bit to small for cross body wear. The SA shook her head and said I don’t think there are any left in Paris. I didn’t push her to check, although I probably should have and feeling dejected I decided to leave my perfect elephant/dove grey bag and go drown my sorrows in the temporary igloo on top of the galleries Lafayette. I halfheartedly listened to the live music and the husband telling me how much he missed our cats for the 100th time, while starring at their pictures and asking me what do you think Coco (our cat) could be doing right now. In my head I was thinking about another coco, a Coco Chanel and wondering what would she do about this boy bag dilemma.
I decided to go back downstairs to the second floor of the Chanel department and leave the husband drowning his cat missing sorrows in the warm igloo. Back in the store, I decided to walk around and see if there was anything I could photograph for my Instagram. While sneakily snapping pictures, a sales associate walked up to me and asked if she could help me. I turned around, the charm offensive on and asked if she could check the availability of a bag for me. She smiled and nodded and I described the boy bag grey with ruthenium hardware from the Cuba collection. She walked around the back to check the system. While waiting I decided to send the husband some old cat pictures from my phone he replied with a sad crying cat emoji. Note to myself I thought, no more red wine for him tonight! While pondering dinner, I always plan my next meal it’s very important food is life after all! The sales associate walked back. “Hello Madame,” she said making me feel all important and fancy but already fearing the worse. She explained that she has good news that there is one more medium grey boy bag in Paris and it is at the Rue Cambon store. I obviously thanked her profusely and ran back to the husband to tell him the good news and to stop him drinking, as we had an early start tomorrow morning to get said dream bag.
Fast forward to 9:30 AM Monday morning, sore heads and caffeinated up we arrived at the flagship store. We had to queue for a little while but it was all worth it as the bag was there sleeping sweetly on the boy bag shelf, the last grey boy in Paris and mine to keep. While stroking the bag hands shaking like I was holding a new born baby. I could feel eyes watching me a group of ladies next to me where eyeing my grey baby. One asked the SA in an American accent “is that bag sold.” My SA my new BFF looked at me and said “yes I think it is.”
I left the store a short while later heart heavy & wallet lighter, feeling like the luckiest girl in Paris. I even got that famous picture on the white steps with my new bag.
Thank you for reading.