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The Celine Edge

The Celine Edge

I feel like I've just betrayed my best friend.

That is, if you can call a handbag a best friend. Also, if you can call a crush on your best friend's (who again, is a handbag) sister betrayal.

Let me reverse for a second (in the words of Missy Elliot "Put my thing down flip it and reverse it"). My BFF handbag is Phoebe. She's a really gorgeous navy Celine trapeze tote with suede wings and silver hardware. I bought her (that sounds so wrong) over a year ago and it's been going really well ever since. We hang out all the time! We actually just went to the Barney's Warehouse Sale together, got some coffee, ran to Whole Foods yadda yadda yadda, doing best friend things ya know?

Phoebe never leaves my side. Exhibit A:

Celine Trapeze Tote in Navy

So here's where the betrayal comes in. Phoebe's mom (not to be confused with Stacy's mom), also ironically named Phoebe (Philo), had another baby (read: designed another bag) and she named her....wait for it...EDGE. I KID YOU NOT. OH EM GEE. WHAT! IS IT FATE? IS SHE TRYING TO TELL ME SOMETHING? BE STILL MY BEATING HEART. I JUST QUOTED SHAKESPEARE'S ROMEO AND JULIET IN REFERENCE TO A HANDBAG. WHO DOES THAT? WELL, WHO NAMES A BAG THIS BEAUTIFUL "EDGE" AND EXPECTS EDGIFY ME TO REACT CALMLY? {End scene caps lock.}

Meet Edge:

Celine Edge Bag in Grey and Burgundy Celine Edge Celine Edge Ad and Editorial Celine Edge Street Style Shot

Isn't she lovely? Isn't she wonderful? Isn't she precious? Less More than one minute season old. (Shout out to Stevie Wonder right thurr.) Truth is, she isn't brand spankin new. I have seen her around fashion week before and I thought she was pretty and stuff, but for some reason her wicked radness just hit me. Timing is everything people (wink wink)!

She's so sleekified. Sexified. Edgified. RAH!

I always say a handbag MUST be an emotional purchase. You have to have butterflies twerking like Miley Cyrus doing the Salsa in your belleh every time you think about that bag. You have to have images of cupids (or in my case, minions) playing violins while simultaneously doing the hora around you and said bag. You have to fall head over heels for it, so much so that you can't help doing the mirror dance. THAT'S EXACTLY HOW I FEEL!

You guys-uh! It's been such a long time since I felt this way about a bag. I am not, I repeat, NOT, kicking Phoebe to the curb. Luckily, you can't be accused of adultery when it comes to bags. AKA you can be a bag polygamist. AKA it's more of a second child adoption than a second wife marriage, ya feel me? AKA I really want to buy this bad boy (probably in the grey/black combo). Except that I may have to win the lottery before I can make the purchase, which SUCKS. The best things in life are not free okay?! Just kidding guys! I'm not as shallow as I sound. Or am I? Alrighty then.

Whoever thinks Phoebe Philo should send me an Edge for free because we are soul mates in every sense of the word, raise your hand!

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