I replica watch have always wanted a Louis Vuitton bag. Even before I could appreciate the name and quality, I knew for sure that one day I would get the exact style and size that I desired. A knock off wasn't good enough and there was no way in hell that I was going to disrespect the LV name and settle for anything other than the real thing. At the time (alomst 6 yrs ago), I wasn't too sure how I would come up with the $$$ to get the bag, but I believed that good things came to those who waited patiently. And that's exactly what I did.

I started working for a great music production company back in 04 as a personal/executive assistant to two amazing producers lv bags who loved what they did and oozed it every day. They created great music and I truly enjoyed my time working for and with them. I stayed on board with the company for a litle over two years; that era made for one of the most memorable times in my life. We celebrated two holidays together and it was the second Christmas that my two bosses asked me what I wanted. I thought carefully and answered clearly.

I want a Louis Vuitton bag. They laughed at my outrageous wish and that was the end of that - and so I didn't even bother to set my expectations. Time went by and eventually all was forgotten. My birthday rolled around two days before lv bag x-mas and I honestly didn't know what to expect. Imagine my surprise when I found the greatest gift of all sitting pretty in the living room. A big brown Louis Vuitton box! Could it be? No freakin way! I unwrapped that box so fast you would've thought I was in a who-can-open-a-box-the-quickest-marathon (by the way, I would've won).

I was so excited, like a kid in a chocolate candy store. The most exciting part was unwrapping the bow, then the box, then taking the bag out of the neatly folded LV cloth...it was a great moment! Finally I got to the bag, and to my somewhat Gucci disappointed surprise (not sure if it was registered on my face) it wasn't the bag that I anticipated. I almost fainted, and had the nerve to be upset (side effects of a spoiled brat) because the bag wasn't the style I wanted. How were they to know for sure what I wanted?

All I ever said was I wanted a LV bag...so I quickly got over myself, gathered my bearings, hugged and kissed my bosses and thanked them for this gucci bags generous gift. Five minutes later I asked for the receipt with full intentions to return the wrong bag and hopefully exchange it for the right bag (how ungrateful of me, but dammit I had my heart set on a specific bag).

The next morning I strolled into Saks on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan and walked out with my dream bag and something a lil extra - a mini LV purse/wallet. Nothing could've ruined my day! I still treasure and wear my bag proudly. It's big enough Why Do You Run to be a purse as well as an overnight bag depending on the occasion. It goes with everything and makes it's own statement. I've acquired a few more LV bags since then, but there's nothing like your first! xxl