About three years ago when I was a senior in high school, is when I first discovered the fashion designer, Betsey Johnson. I loved that her purses had wacky prints or were random items like pastries or telephones, but my first purse from her was one of her simple styles. It is an off-white medium sized bag with heart shaped stitching all over it. It’s black strap is wrapped inside of a gold chain and it even has a light pink and black bow in the front with a gold pendant in the center that reads ‘Betsey Johnson’ inside a black heart. If this is confusing to picture in your head, just look at the image below!
I bought this bag at Dillards, but it was also available in Betsey Johnson’s online store, a store I did not look at until much later. There was three different styles of this bag. There was a leopard printed one, a floral printed one, and then the solid off-white color that I ended up purchasing. I was so happy that I had gotten my first designer bag that was not boring and a decent price. I loved it so much that I had to show it off at school the next day. Little did I know that I was going to get one of the biggest fashion shocks of my life!
The next day arrived and I ditched the backpack and decided I would take my purse and carry a binder. I laugh about this because this is the time period I was transitioning from a teenage punk tomboy and into a young lady who had that girly-with-an-edge style. My punk self would roll her eyes at ‘basic bitches’ who always carried their binders instead of putting all their junk in a backpack. It made no sense to me! Anyways, there I was a few years later doing the exact same thing, and I honestly felt like an entirely different person. I got a lot of compliments and smiled to myself almost the entire day until it happened.
Halfway through the day during my journalism class I had to take a bathroom break. Right after I washed my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror and decided I would place my purse from my right shoulder to my left shoulder. As I removed this bag, I freaked the hell out when I saw that my gorgeous off-white bag had what looked like blue pen stains smeared all over the back. I remember staring at the back of my purse bug-eyed and almost in tears. HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN!? I kept asking myself. I immediately got some hand soap and began to scrub the back of my purse with my hand as best as I could, but the ugly blue stain remained. I began to panic. How would I explain this to my mom?! Why didn’t I just take my backpack to school?! Since when did it matter to me how pretty and girly I looked?! How did this happen?! Why me?!
WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHYYYYYYY!!!?????
I pulled myself together and stepped out of the restroom with the best poker face I could muster and went to class acting like nothing happened. My next class was choir and I reunited with my two best friends and unleashed on them what happened. I then look at one of my friends old backpack and saw that it was dirty and lo and behold, covered with what looked like pen marks! Our bags were next to each other during lunch I thought to myself. Then I got pissed and although I hate admitting it, I blamed my friend and her dirty backpack for staining my purse.
I was so pissed off. My friends calmed me down and smacked me in the face with some real talk about how you should not carry a light colored bag when you’re wearing black from head-to-toe. For those of you that suspected that I was wearing dark clothing, you totally guessed it. Although I was now in skinny jeans, flats instead of sneakers, and blouses instead of strictly band-tees, I still hadn’t been comfortable enough to wear much color. Although their explanation of how dark clothing rubbing against a light colored bag made sense to me after what happened, I was still upset.
If they knew about this, why didn’t they tell me before this happened? A warning would’ve been nice! When I told them this, they replied saying something similar to this, “We thought you knew!” They advised me to was off the stain with Clorox when I got home which is the first thing I did. Fortunately for me, it worked and removed the dark stain that was on my bag. Once I knew my purse was going to be okay, I swear I nearly cried in relief.