Alright, let’s talk about this wicker Prada bag situation. It wasn’t like I woke up one day and absolutely needed one. It kinda creeped up on me.
I started seeing it pop up here and there, you know, online, maybe some influencer type carrying it. Looked kinda summery, different from the usual leather stuff. Sort of classic but also casual. It lodged itself in the back of my mind.
Getting the Idea
So, I did what anyone does, I guess. Started casually looking online. Just browsing, not really serious at first. Checked the Prada site, saw the price. Oof. Okay, maybe not brand new then. Put that idea on the shelf for a bit.
But it kept nagging me. Every time summer rolled around, I’d think about that wicker bag again. Started checking those pre-owned sites, you know the ones. Vestiaire, The RealReal, places like that. Saw a few listed over time.
- Some looked a bit beat up.
- Some were asking almost retail price, which seemed crazy for used.
- Some were the wrong size or color combo.
The Hunt and Decision
This went on for a while, maybe a year or two? Wasn’t actively hunting it down every day, but I kept an eye out. Then one popped up that looked promising. Pictures seemed okay, description said good condition, price was… well, still high, but not totally insane like a new one. It was listed on a platform I’d used before.
I hesitated. Pulled the trigger? Didn’t pull the trigger? Looked at my bank account. Looked at the pictures again. Zoomed in. Read the description like ten times. Asked myself, “Do you really need another bag?” The answer was probably no. But did I want it? Yeah, kinda.
Thought about it for a couple of days. Weighed the practicality (not much, it’s wicker) against the style factor (pretty high, honestly). Figured, what the heck. If I didn’t like it, I could probably sell it again without losing too much.
Getting It
So, I finally did it. Clicked the ‘buy’ button. Felt that little rush, followed immediately by the “what have I done?” feeling. Then came the waiting game. Checked the tracking info obsessively. It shipped. It moved across the country. It was out for delivery.
The box arrived. Opened it up carefully. Inspected the bag. It was pretty much as described. A few tiny signs of wear if you looked super close, but overall, really good shape. The smell of wicker, that slightly sweet, dry grass smell.
Held it, tried it on my shoulder. Yeah. It felt right. It’s definitely a specific kind of bag, not an everyday workhorse. But for those sunny days, weekend outings, it just works. Glad I finally went for it after all that back and forth.
