I’m on the ferry right now, taking the 7 am boat to meet a women in uptown Manhattan to buy a bag. Crazy huh? But not just any bag; a Louis Vuitton bag. Yeah there it is. It’s a “Speedy” or doctors bag. In a size and monogram that I don’t have. Those that know me know I am a bag whore. I’ve posted about this issue before. I’ve managed to score at the thrift store nice designer bags and sell them to fund my next personal acquisition. That’s not to say I sell all my thrift finds, there’s quite a few I won’t part with. Well, not right away. Never say never.
There are bags that Tommy has bought me that I couldn’t part with. Especially my “I quit smoking bag”. It’s a Louis Vuitton. Tommy challenged me at the end of the school year about 10 years ago. He said, “I’ll buy you a Louis Vuitton bag if you quit smoking!” I was like “You’re on!” I quit cold turkey and the first 3 days are the worst, that’s how long it takes the nicotine to leave your system. I had pretty bad anxiety so I cleaned: A lot. I cleaned out closets, parts of the attic, cabinets…Thomas thought all the cleaning was great! He was a big help taking garbage bags outside and getting me new ones. I don’t remember much else about that time oddly enough. No wait I wanted to crawl out of my skin and be someone else while feeling like that. I also remember feeling strong that I could beat cigarettes, I wasn’t going to let it break me. Plus if I slipped up I’d have to start those three days of detox over again, no thank you.
So I quit all those years ago and never looked back. I’m glad Tommy threw that challenge at me. I don’t know if I would have quit on my own, I enjoyed smoking. But that’s over now. I’m on the 6 train now going uptown to see a woman about her Louis. Let’s hope it’s all it should be and more.