I want to celebrate my brief, but non-the-less loving union with this Gucci backpack before I send it, well, packing. You see, as much as I L.O.V.E dropping a dollarydoo on a fancy-pants piece of fashun, I have champagne taste on a beer budget. My solution is reselling.
While it served me a great deal of purpose to have this glorious backpack in my arsenal of wallet carrying vessels, it is time to move on.
A bit like an amicable breakup, I am sadly bidding farewell to this masterful piece of cowhide and gold. I’ll never forget you Gucci, the first backpack I’ve loved since my year four Spider Man number – what an honour it has been.