CHANEL BAG...WELL, SORT OF

While at my parent's house a few weeks ago, I peaked into my old closet only to find this precious white Chanel bag. No, it is not real but holding it brings back some of my favorite memories. When I was 18, I went to New York for the first time with my two best friends. We earned our money from our graduation gifts, jobs at a frozen yogurt place and a huge yard sale and we couldn't be more excited and proud of how grown up we were.

We were tourists to the max with museum trips, theme restaurants and visits to iconic landmarks. We had the time of our lives. This obviously included a trip to Canal Street of course, searching out deals on knockoff designer pieces. I was so desperate to get my hands on a white padded Chanel bag, that I pushed my friends to follow these shady people into an abandoned building, up several flights of stairs and into a back room. I thought I was being so adventurous but now I know, I was just being stupid. It all worked out, that back room was filled floor to ceiling with Prada, Gucci, Versace, Dolce & Gabana and of course my most beloved, Chanel. We got a great deal and all turned out well but obviously I shake my head at myself for ever thinking that was a good idea. Oh, to be 18. The world was so different to me 11 years ago but New York has remained my favorite city.

I don't think I'll be wearing this bag out again; however, she will be displayed in my closet proudly. Here are photos documenting her last spin.