In the never-ending rotation of handbag musical chairs (wants and needs and haves and have-nots) you can sometimes forget the things you've had the longest and the things that have stuck by you through the thick and thin. The ones you struggled so hard to get your hands on, the ones who've been your constant companion at morning brunches and on evening dates and at fancy birthday dinners with fancy birthday friends. But then, like all good things that are so, so good, you just forget about them. A newer model comes in, something else catches your eye, and that old favourite gets wrapped up in its dustbag and sent to the back of the wardrobe. It's silly, really, but it does take a reminder to jolt you back to your senses. It might be the glimpse of a picture from Paris, bag tucked casually under the arm. Or the sight of it, perched resiliently in its place, begging for the chance to be given another moment in the sun. Or, much more shallow, yet infinitely more true, the sight of it on a streetstyle blog. How has it come to this? Rather than all those good times and all of those happy memories the thing that makes you want something the most is seeing it on the arms of some fashionista? Well there you have it. We are, all of us, completely and irrevocably human.