Mum’s New Bag
Mum was eager to show me what she bought today. I know my mother’s not the spendthrift type so what she bought must be really good and heavily discounted.
Whip out a bag she did.
Seeing the bag, I exclaimed. OMG, it’s a tacky imitation from China. And worse, it cannot decide if it wants to be a bootleg copy of the real thing. Look, it’s a cross between a Coach and a Gucci. The design is very Coach but it has the G logo on it instead of Coach’s C. I shall call it Goach then!
Mum paraded in her Goach and showed me the inside of the bag. I looked at the compartments, the zips, the finishings and the obviously PVC strap. Not too bad…respectable workmanship.
I reminded Mum that I had bought her a semi-branded bag some years back. Why wasn’t she using that one? She said it was too small. Oh well, since when did Mum like big bags like me?
Anyway, if Mum’s happy with Goach, then just let her be. At her age, I think nothing else matters except happiness.
Happy Goaching, Mum!
