(or What’s in a Bag?)
I vividly remember the first Kate Spade bag I purchased. Of course, by the time I discovered her, she had already sold her business to Neiman Marcus, back in 1999, but I only just learned that yesterday in reading her obituary. Some celebrity deaths catch you off guard and move you in ways you didn’t expect. Heath Ledger, Robin Williams and George Michael come to mind for me. It’s the kind of news that stops you in your tracks and makes your heart momentarily stop beating. I have no idea why, lives cut too short I expect. I don’t experience this with people I actually know. And I’m not sure Kate Spade was a “celebrity” but rather just well-known and well-respected. I could easily have passed her on the streets of New York and been none the wiser.
So when I started to see posts on Facebook last night, I was at first confused. What do you mean she died? And a suicide? That can’t be!
But it was. It was all true. Maybe in this day and age of fake news everywhere, it’s natural to hope that this was all just a hoax, some sick joke. And as I started to realize and process the truth in the story, I, like so many others, immediately thought back to my first bag.