Birkin bags is a handbag by Hermes, which is handmade in leather from all the way in France by expert artisans, and was named after the famous actress and singer, Jane Birkin.
The bag is a symbol of wealth due to it’s high prices and usage by many, many celebrities. Hermes Birkin Bags also comes in a variety of different sizes, color, and so on…
When it comes to Birkins, anyone who knows anything understands that they are the gold standard of bags. Sure, some time ago it might have been Prada, but times have changed, and Hermès is king. I wasn’t all that interested at first. I was a stylish housewife, into fashion, living in a richer suburb of California.
My husband and I had money, a good amount. Enough that we lived in a mansion instead of a two floor house stocked with succulent plants and landscaping in the back.
I didn’t spend all my time shopping and going to the spas — I did charity and looked after our adopted tiny little Chihuahua. Perhaps the fact that we named our puppy Harry Winston should have been a sign of things to come, but I never saw my little fashion addiction coming. (Neither did my husband.)
I couldn’t help it if all my friends were stylish and fashion-focused. A better word might be fashion obsessed. All of my friends were image-conscious. They were just image-conscious to varying degrees.
There was Jane, who was married to a plastic surgeon and was obsessed with all things Chanel.
Then there was Rebecca, who had married a professional basketball player and didn’t have specific brand name preferences. She just generally wore what she thought looked good, and her stylist always brought her a lot of options.
Cecily was married to a successful jewelry store owner and was generally the person that most of us ‘kept up with’. We couldn’t help it. She was charming, magnetic, confident, and gorgeous. What Cecily did, we all imitated. In a way, I think a lot of us wished we could be her.
Our friend circle would do lunch several times a week, and brunch with mimosas (of course) on Sundays. It was a good life. I got a decent “allowance” from my husband, who worked as a successful dentist to the celebrities. However, having had frugal parents growing up, he definitely watched the money.
So when Cecily became obsessed with Birkins, the rest of our friend group cringed but followed suit. Well, I cringed. All the other wives could afford it — or ask their husbands to allow them to afford it. Unfortunately, I only got a thousand a week from my husband. I generally made it stretch and last beyond the week, even putting $200 away into savings most weeks. But as Jane fell in love with the bag and followed suit, followed by Rebecca, I was the only one left without a bag.
It sounds silly, but all of a sudden, I wanted a Birkin more than anything! They are nice bags — they just were a little out of my personal price range. So I did what any desperate housewife would do: I started squirreling away hundreds from my husband’s wallet while he was sleeping. I know, it’s bad. But I rationalized it by the fact that he literally made over a million every year. Comparatively, that can’t be that bad, right?
Day after day, I hid the hundreds. I even went to church more to pray, just to try and even things out. I knew I was effectively stealing, but what choice did I have? Bernie would never authorize giving me a couple thousand just to drop on Birkin bags. He scorned women’s fashion anyway. The more expensive it was, the more Bernie looked down on it (and those donning it). When I showed up with my brand new red Birkin, Cecily squealed!
I really did well hiding it, too. I had a special box in the back seat of my car for it. As long as I didn’t bring it into the house, I thought Bernie would never find it. However, Birkin bags were my new addiction. I followed the same plan of action and bought another, this time a sleek navy. Then a green. It had been 5 months total, and one night, Bernie snored, woke up, and stared directly at me — sneaking $100 bills out of HIS wallet.
He was outraged, and I was ashamed. Weak and defeated, I showed him my perfect 3 boxes in the backseat of my car. I even had a fourth one that was empty and ready to use for the next of the Birkin bags. In the end, I can’t blame him for filing for divorce.
I loved Bernie, but I loved those Birkin bags more. I did spend just about all my husband’s money on Birkin bags — but I got to keep them, the car, and Harry Winston in the divorce settlement. In the end, I just hope that my next husband is understanding — and keeps me well stocked with Birkin bags. I can’t help it — Cecily stirred up an addiction in me. A sweet, colorful, stylish addiction. I may have lost a husband, but I gained Birkin bags. I guess at the end of the day, you could call it even.
A Hilarious shoplifting experience for Birkin Bags
Your interest might have been spiked by the title because Birkin Bags by Hermes aren’t cheap, so how on Earth did I manage to shoplift not one but several of these? Also, the adjective ‘hilarious’ isn’t something that people would normally associate with shoplifting experience; so why did I use it for mine?
Now, before I begin narrating the hilarious shoplifting experience that I had a few months ago, I would like to state that I am not a Kleptomaniac by any means and nor do I experience the impulse of stealing whenever I go shopping.
It all started when one of my best friends, named Jamie, called up from France and told me about her new venture, she started a luxury boutique shop in a jazzy neighborhood in Paris. Jamie has always been ‘intellectually vacuous’ and hence the idea of her having a luxury boutique shop worried me.
Co-incidentally a few months ago, I was in Paris for a short vacation. Now, Paris is a beautiful and romantic city, but instead of being inspired to pen down a romantic poem or go on a dreamy date, I was feeling rather mischievous! So, I decided to check out Jamie’s new boutique and for some odd reason, test the security of her shop!
To do this rather dangerous ‘mission’ of mine, I chose to be more ‘discreet’ by putting on a huge pair of sunglasses and a large scarf around my neck. I also wore my hair in a top bun so that I was unrecognizable. As I stepped into the shop I noticed it was very grand and impressive. I quickly scanned the shop for security guards. To my delight, I noticed just two and both were stationed at the doors.
Jamie was nowhere in sight, and while the store attendant was busy with the other customers I quickly snagged a Birkin Bag, which caught my attention due to its bright pink color (the exact same color as the breast cancer ribbon!).
I then remembered that one of my friends back home, had a grandmother that is suffering from severe breast cancer. Apparently she decorated her entire house breast-cancer-pink, because somehow the color made her feel a lot happier. So in that case, I thought it would be fantastic if I shoved it into my large tote bag to show her, — maybe give it to her as a gift to add to her ‘pink collection’.
I was prepared for the worst and if the detector goes off at the store then I would just take off my ‘disguise’ and surprise Jamie (she had no idea I was in Paris)!
To my surprise, the detector didn’t set off and nor did anyone stop me on my way out! The feeling that I had just shoplifted a bag that costs a small fortune and outsmarted my friend was quite indescribable!
After the initial exhilaration sunk in, I was worried for Jamie as the security in her shop was pretty lousy. Somehow, instead of bringing her attention to it, I decided to test it even further!
Also, for some odd reasons, I enjoyed being so ‘sneaky’. So I returned to the shop the next day in a new ‘costume’ and an even larger bag and as you can guess, I snuck yet another one of those gorgeous Birkin bags out of the shop; you’d think that a luxury boutique would have more security than this! I repeated the same thing the next day and the day after that.
Soon, I had four gorgeous Birkin bags in my hotel room. When I went in for my fifth one, I got caught unfortunately as Jamie had noticed that the section of Birkin bags was almost empty and that people have been stealing from her store!
While still under my ‘disguise’ I had to serve time behind the bars for a day before I decided to end the prank/joke. I called up Jamie and told her that the ‘shoplifter’ was me and that I wanted to test out the security in her shop! Why else would I shoplift only Birkin bags and make it so obvious or return to the shop consecutively for five days? After a good 10 minutes of explanation Jamie withdrew her charges and we both had a good laugh about it. Later she also thanked me for my generosity in taking this step for her benefit!