My Mother's Chanel Bag

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I was there the day that my mother, Jowell, bought her first designer handbag. Being a Sagittarius and my mother, she walked in there with a plan. She knew exactly what she wanted. I remember jokingly texting me my older brother, "We're not having Christmas this year and you have to drop out of college. Mom just bought a Chanel bag." It was one of her most prized possessions. When she died, I didn't know what to do with it. What was a 16-year-old supposed to do with a designer handbag? I stowed it away in my closet and vowed to myself that I wouldn't use it until I was older. "At least wait until you're 25," I told myself. So there it stayed in my closet collecting dust. On more than one occasion I had considered selling it. Was I holding onto some worldly possession simply because it was my mother's and was one of the very few items that I had left of hers? But I never could bring myself to do it. Fast forward 10 years later, I took my mother's Chanel bag out of my closet and out of its box. I dusted it off and brought it along with me on my trip to Las Vegas.

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Top: Forever 21 Plus - Skirt: Addition Elle - Shoes: ASOS - Earrings (Similar): H&M - Bag: Chanel

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