source: The Sartorialist
M: Really. REALLY?
M: With the Kelly bag? REALLY.
A: On the handlebars? REALLY.
M: When a car hits her and splits her pretty little head open, I'll make a Twibbon in support of her. Wait, no I won't. REALLY.
A: Or, when that dangly strap of Hermès leather goodness gets tangled in her wheel and flips the bike over? I will not cry for her Argentina. REALLY.
M: I think that flowy skirt might take her out first. Or the streetcar that runs on those tracks. She's not the sharpest knife in the drawer, is she?
A: She's really not. I mean, PUT THE GD HERMES IN THE BASKET AT LEAST.
M: She's got...another bag in the basket? And do you spy the Hermès box in the shopping bag? I might hate her.
A: OH MY GOD. REALLY. I am angry now. Because in my head she popped into Hermès, bought that Kelly on a whim, put all her stuff in it and slung it across her handlebars after putting her old bag in the basket.
Or, the whole thing is fake.
M: I am starting to think nothing is real. The Shobbit is on Hermès bankroll or something.
A: It's like you're trying to make me ugly-cry.
M: I'm sorry. This is worse than finding out there's no Santa Claus.
A: Actually, I don't want that dummy to have that Kelly bag, so it makes me feel a little better to think it's just a loaner.
M: This is true.