February 25, 2016 |
Yesterday I had the worst experience – and it’s quite an unbelievable one. I woke up, like usual, but when I went to go and open my bedroom door it wouldn’t. The door literally wouldn’t move. I banged frantically until my mother came but she also couldn’t get it to move. So I was stuck there for a few hours contemplating life and being philosophical (aka watching Netflix). And then a thought came to me during the second episode of RuPaul’s Drag Race. “What if I’m stuck here forever?” and if I had known what would I have brought with me? Well I would need a functional bag for sure but it would have to be classically brilliant too. To ensure I wouldn’t get bored of looking at it after decades alone. Perhaps it would become my only friend. Like Wilson in Castaway. But my Wilson would be the delightful Prada Cahier. Much more luxurious and exotic though – it’s called Cahier after all. I got out in the end but I still want the bag. You know…in case it happens again. For science. Hint: it’s being sold exclusively at Prada stores in Milan, Paris, New York and London. Any offers?
