bag whore: romygold drew stud-trim hobo

My heart dropped when I saw it was out of stock everywhere.

My heart also dropped when I saw it dangling on the crook of ingenue Karen Cartwright/Katharine McPhee’s arm on Smash (my latest obsession) a few weeks back.

Even from across the screen it was so deliciously supple in black leather and unabashedly edgy in rose gold glory, tempting me at every angle with its seemingly infinite rows of studs. Ooh, shiny.

Slung on the shoulders for daily errands, for an instant shot of glamour even when dressed in a pair of old sweatpants, kept only as a nostalgic reminder of dance team days. It’s roomy enough to pack the essentials – the Filofax, a book du jour, a set of clothes to change into for a Pilates or dance class – and then some. They say you can tell a lot about a man by his shoes – but you can know everything about a woman by the bag she carries…

Had I been in my normal (read: bag whore-ing) state of mind I would have googled the brand and make of the bag at that very moment; instead, with exams and final papers on my mind, I’ve only just remembered to do my research. Right in time to see apologetic Sorry, this item is no longer available in, ironically, glaring and bolded red font, streamed across the bottom of the page.

I’d tell you who made the bag, but it’s not like it’s in stock anywhere. I’d only be a tease if I did such a thing.

But I suppose that’s more of a reason to tell: it’s the ROMYGOLD Drew stud-trim hobo.

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