IL TESORO DI ANNE BONNY
THE TREASURE OF ANNE BONNYA boring Saturday afternoon in late spring, unusually cold and exceptionally rainy, I and my boyfriend eat a quick lunch and calorie at Mac. Nothing different from the previous weekend. We eat, we look around, converse, we look around ... On our left a pair of bins Mac habit just like us and to our right the small happy family, mother, father and daughter. What a sweet scene ... Parents are bored and quiet girl who fiddles with the surprise of his happy meal. Obviously the enthusiasm for the new doll passes quickly so the girl takes her purse and pulls out a small comb, a mirror, lipstick, and begins to put on airs believing to improve their appearance. My attention, however, is not subject to the continuing early narcissistic affectations of a girl but is suddenly caught by the very small captive pouch delicious greasy fingers. In fact, while I dream of the day when my super branded bag will come before me on a white horse ... the little girl plays with a Louis Vuitton built a few years ago! Flattened, thin, with the handle completely ruined by the passing years, ripped and torn in several places from childhood adventures not suitable, and such a masterpiece."Treasury looks .. that mess!" angry whisper to my boyfriend "I understand your adoration for the French god but is just a bag ..." he says. Well, if even a layman knows the "the French god" means that we do not speak of any but a bag of BAG! In addition to this awareness if we add the lethal mix of "great brand" and "antique" the result can not be anything but safe envy with bile and foam at the mouth of any unwary observers. But you think for some people does not exist the vintage but only the old, that old which can not be used because it reduced too bad but not thrown away because it would be basically a waste! When I was a little girl I was only allowed to play with dolls, among other things inherited from my sister and dating from the early 70's, not having access to something else, but I would pay gold to wear clothes, shoes and bags from my mother. The desire was so strong that as soon as my neurons began to work in a good way I waited for the moment the time of expenditure to wear the clothes and the jewels of my mother knowing to stay home alone for a while. I quickly learned that some objects are of great value especially if they tell stories now passed. I love vintage and I love traveling the world looking for treasures like a pirate who defies the seven seas in search of ancient beauty. The storm is very dangerous, Neptune was angry that I decided to challenge him but the map does not lie, the chest of Anne is no longer safe.
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