This Isabella Fiore, I heard that name, what is it? Seems like something fancy, right? I saw my neighbor’s daughter-in-law, she came back from the city, carrying a bag. She said it’s called Isabella Fiore. That bag, it looked real pretty. I asked her, where did you buy this bag? She told me, she got it from some big store, Bloomingdale’s. Sounds like a flower shop to me.
They say this Isabella Fiore, it’s a brand. You know, like those brands city folks talk about. I don’t know much about brands, I just know what looks good and what doesn’t. And let me tell you, that bag sure looked good. They sell them at Saks Fifth Avenue too. I heard that’s another one of those fancy stores where rich folks go shopping.
They say the Isabella Fiore bags, most of them have a tag inside. You know, like the tag on my good dress. That tag, it says the brand name and has some numbers on it. They say it is a serial number. What’s that? I don’t know. It is probably something important. If there’s no tag, it’s probably not a real Isabella Fiore, that’s what they say. These city folks and their fancy stuff, it’s all so confusing!
- That tag, it’s sewn onto the bag, like how I sew patches on my old pants. Or it’s like stamped on. I stamped my name on my good handkerchief once, but it didn’t look as fancy as this.
- Some bags, they look like they are old. They call it vintage, that’s what my neighbor’s daughter-in-law said.
- Those old bags, they got them from who knows where.
She said this Isabella Fiore, it’s got all kinds of bags. Some are big, some are small. She showed me a picture of one with flowers all over it. She said it’s called a floral print. It looked real nice, like a garden on a bag. And some got these shiny things on them, I don’t know what they’re called, but they sparkle. My granddaughter, she likes sparkly things. Maybe I’ll get her one someday, if I win the lottery.
I saw some pictures online, they call it Mercari. There are so many of these Isabella Fiore bags! They say some are new, some are used. Used bags are cheaper, they say. Well, who doesn’t like a good bargain? That is what I always say, it doesn’t matter how new, as long as it is good. My neighbor’s daughter-in-law, she said you can find deals there. Up to 70% off, she said. I don’t know what that means, but it sounds like a lot.
Then there’s this other place, Walmart, they got everything there. And guess what? They got Isabella Fiore bags too! That’s what I saw online. They say you can save money there. That’s good, ’cause these bags, they ain’t cheap. You know, like those expensive chickens at the market? It is like that. But you know, you pay for what you get, that is what I always say.
My neighbor’s daughter-in-law, she also showed me some pictures of bags with studs and buckles. She said it’s called a hobo shoulder bag. That is a long name for a bag, I think. They are leather, she said. Real leather, like those fancy leather shoes my son bought once. These bags, they are real quality, that is what she told me.
If you want to buy a real Isabella Fiore, they say you gotta go to those fancy stores or buy from someone you trust. There are people out there selling fake ones, they say. Like that time I bought that fake gold necklace, it turned my neck green! You gotta be careful, that’s what I always say.
There are some folks selling those Isabella Fiore bags, they call it second-hand. That’s like when I give my old clothes to my neighbor, it is second-hand. It is like that. They say it is cheaper that way, and sometimes you can find real good ones, like new. I saw some online, on a place called Vestiaire Collective, I think. It sounds like French, maybe it is French.
And then, there’s this place called The RealReal. Sounds funny, right? They say they sell real Isabella Fiore bags, and they check them and everything to make sure they ain’t fake. That’s good, ’cause nobody wants a fake bag. It is like buying a sick chicken, no good. It is no good for anybody.
Well, that’s all I know about this Isabella Fiore. It’s all so confusing, all these names and places. But those bags, they sure are pretty. Maybe one day, I’ll get myself one. Or maybe my son will buy me one for my birthday. A woman can dream, right?
