Twerkin for a Birkin

By Alden King

Pictured right: Balenciaga, goo-goo-ga-ga.

It doesn’t get much more DOPE than a brand new, freshly painted Goyard tote. That thing will take you from the beach to class (looking like a complete goon—not that that’s ever stopped me before), and pretty much anywhere in between. My point is if you’ve got the bag, and the bag has got you, you’d better work that thing day and night.

Throw on some sweatpants, grab your Chloé Paraty tote, and you’ve got yourself a look that says, “Yeah, I feel bad for Amanda Bynes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to channel her vibes.”

Speaking of addiction, there are few things in life aside from a new handbag that I would almost do anything for (I tend to be pretty consistently lazy), and at the top of that list, and I’m honestly not afraid to say it, is the Birkin bag by Hermes.

Balenciaga? Got them — a gross amount of them. Louie? I started collecting LV bags in the eighth grade, and the struggle is much more real than you would think. Céline? Our bad romance started just last Christmas, and we’re still in a pretty serious relationship.

Are these things totally trivial to my existence as a 21-year-old co-ed with time management problems and a slight overindulgence issue with Sephora? Yes. Do I hate it? Quite the contraire!

On no level do I hate my serious addiction to handbags. However, if there was a rehab for handbags, my intervention would have occurred a long time ago. But truly NOTHING could successfully hinder my desperate feening for the Birkin. I know admitting the problem is the first step to recovering, and I admit it: I’m a handbag fiend. But I feel no need to recover… like, ever.

Keep up with what King is doing/wearing by following her fashion blog, Alden in Wonderland, here or follow her on Instagram @aldeninwonderland and Twitter @aldeninwnderlnd.

My bad romance with Céline.