Yesterday I was in The Cakery on Foothill. This bakery offers more than cakes, but the cakes are so beautiful that I had decided to get one for my birthday. While I was deciding, I overheard another older woman speaking to one of the clerks. She was sitting at a table with a cup of tea and she was extolling the tea, in particular the silk bags it was packed in. I was tempted to turn around to look at these bags but I didn't. She, however, noticed me and noticed my bag.
She was not the first to say she liked my bag. I have never had a purse that has attracted so much attention and I don't know why. But she went further. She said it was clearly an expensive bag. I said I did not know because I did not buy it. She guessed in the neighborhood of $500 and asked if I knew the brand. I hunted around inside a bit but did not see a label. I laughed it off, took my cappuccino and sat at a table at the end of the room.
As I sat there I noticed that one of the handles was tearing. It would soon rip free. It occurred to me that if it were leather it just might not do that so easily, and that this woman had believed it was leather. I felt that this tearing was proof that this was not, in fact, an expensive bag. I didn't want this unknown woman to know! When she went into the bathroom I cleared up and left the store.