The name Gucci is one that I’m pretty sure I’ve known since I was a little kid. Not because I grew up swept in fashion labels or heard the name in movies or even in bad 90’s rap music; but because my mom wore a tiny watch with a black leather strap made by the design house, and she wore it for years and years. In fact, although the strap is no longer wearable, I’m quite sure she still has the watch.
Anyway, because of this I have always understood the Gucci label to be something very special. Which it is, obviously. Somewhere along the way when I was growing up I decided that “Gucci was mom’s store” because of her watch. But now, I decided (at random as I do nearly all things) “Gucci is our store”, because I walk in to a boutique and see shit like the Bengal collection and go nuts.
So there we were puttering around Brisbane one weekday morning on holiday, just the two of us, when we went in to the boutique just “to look”. Now we both know that “just looking” can lead to all types disasters such as leaving with matching purses, shoes, and sometimes the words, “Don’t tell dad” (funny because we always tell dad). It started with trying on the bengal slides, that I went ape-crazy for, and then found the matching silk scarf- one of the most beautiful I own. The salesgirl slowly led me round the boutique showing me the entire collection and before I knew it, as predictably as ever, I lost all control.
Later that trip on a weekday morning whilst puttering around Melbourne we stumbled across another Gucci boutique. No need to not tell dad because he was with us and he can make magic happen. Long story short, matching bags were produced from the deep unknown of the backroom.
I love moments like this because while yeah, we’re just shopping, they actually are really special memories that I’ll have forever, or until I have dementia at least. It isn’t necessarily about the product itself (though I will do a quick review of the slides from the collection later on) but just having fun with one of my best friends and making each other smile and laugh along the way. I like that these memories just so happen to be not only carried in my brain or in my heart, but on my shoulder, the crook of my arm, on my feet, around my neck and so on.
Do you have any pieces in your closet that hold special memories? I know that lots of people keep sentimental clothing around but I suppose that I’m more of a sentimental accessories girl instead. Anyway, let me know in the comment section below!
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