My dirty little secret, or why I´m a rebel

I´m a teacher. We´re not supposed to care about fashion. But I do, because I´m a rebel. But I do it in secret, because I´m rather a shy rebel. Or possibly a coward. And seriously misunderstood.

The thing is, I just recently bought a bag. The one in the picture. And I love it. Worth every cent I paid, but I seem to be the only one in my life who gets it. My granny would have understood. She died a few years ago, and I miss her a lot. Had she still been here, I would have talked to her, but since she´s not I´ll talk to the internet instead. That, she wouldn´t have understood.