My {Made in China} Gap tote--age seven-months--looks exhausted. The silver metallic-coated fabric, which once attracted compliments ("Oh, I love that purse! I need one like that. Where'd you find it?") has worn down to un-shimmery threads; as if I'd dragged it along an asphalt road instead of hoisting over my shoulder. Last fall my sister Joni gave it to me for my birthday. It's rarely had a day off since. Like the overworked, underpaid factory workers who assembled it and thousands of other purses in China, it's pooped. Enough already.
Bag Lady: Part One
Bag Lady: Part One
Bag Lady: Part One
My {Made in China} Gap tote--age seven-months--looks exhausted. The silver metallic-coated fabric, which once attracted compliments ("Oh, I love that purse! I need one like that. Where'd you find it?") has worn down to un-shimmery threads; as if I'd dragged it along an asphalt road instead of hoisting over my shoulder. Last fall my sister Joni gave it to me for my birthday. It's rarely had a day off since. Like the overworked, underpaid factory workers who assembled it and thousands of other purses in China, it's pooped. Enough already.