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Speedy :D

When I opened my closet, I found nothing but the shoes. At that time I realized, I already bought too much shoes (if you think I'm gonna quit, you're so wrong!). Even some of them are never worn, or only worn once, or can't be worn at all. So I determined to pause (not stop) buying shoes and save money  to buy handbags. 
Throughout these time, I usually carry my Mom's handbag. Especially ones that called premium designer handbags. Cos I still couldn't afford it and beside, I don't really have passion for handbags. If someone put two things in front of my eyes, let's say a Christian Louboutin shoes vs Louis Vuitton bag, I'd probably choose Louboutin over everything. 
But since I've had enough shoes and bagLESS, so I'd hold my passion a bit for shoes. Though everytime I visit the store, shoes rack has always been my first destination. #FML

Anyhoo... 
Weeks ago I finally made a decision to buy my first premium handbag with my own money.. Well, congratulation for me :D 
I chose LV Speedy 30 Damier Ebene. The bag is an icon, real classic, which I still can afford, and also low maintenance. I love its spacious interior and the top handle makes it look elegant and classy. At first I considered to buy the monogram, but from my Mom's and my friends experience, monogram could be so tricky and high maintenance.. Oh and I bought size 30 (it comes in size 25, 30, 35). Btw, I haven't take a pic with my new speedy, but I guess all of you know it. This is the one from the website:

LV Speedy 30 with Damier canvas



side view
I'm so happy with my new bag. This bag will be forever in my closet. 

PS: will soon post the IRL pic! :D






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