First off, let’s just acknowledge that Celine bags are expensive. Like, *really* expensive. I saw one once, a teeny tiny one, that cost more than my rent. Seriously. Why? Well, apparently, according to some random article I skimmed, it’s all about the “exceptional quality of materials.” Fine. I guess. I mean, I *want* to believe my hypothetical Celine bag is made of unicorn tears and spun gold, but still…ouch.
Then there’s the whole “which Celine bag is *the* one?” thing. I keep seeing the Ava everywhere, and honestly, it’s kinda cute. But then, there are the totes, the hobos… it’s a whole *thing*. Honestly, you could spend hours just scrolling through pictures of Celine bags and still not know where to start. And don’t even get me started on trying to figure out which size is right. Is the mini too mini? Is the large too large? It’s a Goldilocks situation, only with a price tag that would make Goldilocks faint.
And the counterfeits! Oh my gosh, the counterfeits. It’s like a cottage industry dedicated to ripping off Celine. You gotta be *so* careful. I read somewhere about looking for imperfections, like, the stitching or the lining or something. But honestly, unless you’re a professional Celine bag detective, how are you supposed to tell the difference? I’d probably end up accidentally buying a fake and bragging about it. Embarrassing, right?
