It looked like the kind of knockoffs sold by bored vendors at street markets.
“That was your Grandmother’s, you know?”
“It’s not real.”
“It’s real. She bought it at Neiman-Marcus.”
Apparently, Grandma, who wore high heels through her last days –and worked, as a relief hotel clerk– eventually found her purses too heavy. She wanted something light that she could wear cross-ways on her body for security. And where did frugal grandma go for such a thing? Neiman-Marcus. Because you don’t buy junk.
“She must have got it on sale.”
“As I recall she paid about $300.”
Grandma would have bought this in the early 1990s, and used it daily for at least 5 years. She would have packed it full and she was never gentle with zippers. It then spent more than a decade in storage. It’s now 2020. It shows no signs of wear, use, or age. There is not a single frayed stitch. No drying to the leather. The zippers work perfectly.The straps are as secure as ever.
I’ll wear that ugly little Prada proudly.