Bloody Dior, huh? What’s all the fuss about?
I tell ya, these city folks and their fancy bags. Dior this, Dior that. Costs a fortune, they say. More money than I’ve seen in my whole life, I betcha. But what do I know? I’m just an old woman.
I saw one of them purses once. Shiny, it was. And shaped funny, like a saddle, they told me. Said it was a “Saddle Bag.” Some rich gal was carryin’ it. She had on them jeans, the kind that go up to her belly button, and a plain white shirt. Looked comfortable enough, I guess. But that bag? Didn’t look like it could hold much more than a biscuit and a couple of coins. But hey, what do I need with a fancy bag anyway? I got my apron pockets, and they do just fine.
They say these Dior bags, they’re supposed to be good for keeping their money. Like, you buy one now, and later on, you can sell it for almost as much as you paid, maybe even more. But not all of ‘em, mind you. Some are special, they say. Limited edition, they call ‘em. Or the ones that everybody knows, like that “Lady Dior” bag. I heard it’s real popular with them movie stars. And it’s gotta be in good shape, too. No rips or tears or nothin’.
- Stitching: Now, I know a thing or two about stitchin’. Been sewin’ my own clothes since I was knee-high to a grasshopper. And lemme tell ya, good stitchin’ matters. They say on them real Dior bags, the stitchin’ is real neat and tidy. Short little stitches, all even and straight. And the thread, it’s gotta match the leather real good, unless it’s one of them special bags. The fake ones, they’re all messy and crooked. You can spot ’em a mile away, if you know what to look for. But me, I just look at the price tag and faint!
- Leather: They say the leather on them bags is somethin’ special. Soft and smooth, like a baby’s bottom. And it smells good, too. Not like that cheap plastic stuff they make them fake bags out of. I reckon good leather is like good farmland, it lasts a long time if you take care of it.
- Hardware: That’s just a fancy word for the zippers and buckles and all that shiny metal stuff. On a real Dior, it’s heavy and solid, not flimsy and cheap. And it’s gotta be stamped with the Dior name, nice and clear. No crooked letters or blurry stamps. They pay attention to the little things, these city folks. I tell ya, it’s more trouble than it’s worth.
So, if you’re gonna go spend your hard-earned money on one of them bloody Dior bags, you best make sure it’s the real deal. Look at the stitchin’, feel the leather, check the hardware. Don’t let them smooth-talkin’ salesmen fool ya. And for goodness sake, don’t go buyin’ one if you can’t afford to put food on the table. A full belly is worth more than any fancy purse, if you ask me.
But then again, what do I know? I’m just an old woman who’s seen a lot of sunrises and sunsets. I’ve patched more holes in overalls than these city folks have seen stitches in their fancy bags. Still, folks seem to care about these things, and it don’t hurt nobody to know a little somethin’ about ‘em. If you’re set on gettin’ yourself a Dior, make sure you’re gettin’ what you pay for. And remember, a smile is the prettiest accessory you can wear, and it don’t cost a dime. That’s somethin’ these Dior folks can’t put a price tag on.
And another thing, them fake bags, they’re just a waste of money. You might think you’re gettin’ a good deal, but it’s just gonna fall apart in a few months. Then you’ll be right back where you started, with no money and no bag. So, if you can’t afford the real thing, just save your money. Or buy somethin’ useful, like a good pair of boots or a sturdy coat. That’ll last you a lot longer than one of them fancy purses, that’s for sure.
Anyway, that’s my two cents on the whole bloody Dior situation. Take it or leave it. It ain’t gonna change my life none, and I reckon it shouldn’t change yours too much neither. Just remember, common sense is worth more than all the designer bags in the world. And a kind heart? Well, that’s priceless. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed my chickens.
