Huge Hillier Hobo, A Love Story

The Classic Q Huge Hillier HoboOh, you Classic Q Huge Hillier Hobo, why can’t I quit you? I see you on the shelf at Marc by Marc Jacobs, take you down, hold you, try you on for size, and return you to your spot. It’s a momentary fix, but it’s all I can do. Our flirtation has endured for months, seasons even, and I'm at the point where I cannot take it any longer.

And you, you wait there for me every time, calm, comfortable…chic. In black or deep brown, the perfect bag for everyday: jeans, sweater, coat, boots. Your soft leather draping me like a stylish embrace...hug, is perhaps a better word. Yes.

Your buttery gathers tempt my fingers while your substantial scale belies the feather-lightness of your body. Your dual straps present so many options for the easy-chic, slouchy style that is the essence of the MxMJ girl. And I’ve always wanted to be one of those.

Yet sometimes I feel you mock me, oh Huge Hillier Hobo. Your soft opening collapses into a wry smirk as I reach for you, as if to say: “Ho, ho – you’ll never have me, no! You wish and hope but I’ll never be yours!” The cruelest joke is that while this may be true, (and while there was a time when your $498 price tag was somewhat reachable, those days have gone the way of venture funding and no interest loans,) you’re still there every time I come in because no one else has bought you either. Perhaps no one else is fooled by your spacious caverns, knowing like I do that all manner of life and functionality will be lost in their roominess? Yet this inconvenience I know I would overlook should you ever leave the shop with me.

So, is this détente Huge Hillier Hobo? Shall you ever grace my shoulder with your insouciant style? Or will you always be there, just out of reach, tempting my sanity with lusciousness?

I walk away with a sigh. Not today, maybe never. But you’ll always be there, warming my heart with possibility of what could be.