Today, something very interesting happened. I was attending a training, and the last person arrived to find there were no chairs left for her.  One of the other seated participants signaled to the presenter that there in fact was a seat next to her. She then called the presenter over and whispered something to him. He then brought another chair over and arranged it behind her, to the side a bit. My interest was piqued.

Then, I saw it. The Louis Vuitton rose up from the chair next to her, carefully and ceremoniously lifted and guided to its new chair behind her.

LV was the quietest participant at the training. I initially misunderstood, and called the quiet participant by the wrong name: Coach. I was quickly corrected, as she introduced me to Louis. Perhaps I should say, Mr. Vuitton.

LV is a large bag, dark brown in color with tan LV’s all over him. He has a unique handle that seems like it would be very comfortable to hold.

Louis sat quietly in his chair the entire time.  I looked back at him a few times, interested in this culture that I have yet to even so much as dip a toe into. I know admittedly very few women in the EPC (Exclusive Purse Club). But, here, today, I am in the same room with an LV, and he is right behind me.  I do believe this is the first time I have actually laid eyes on an LV. She shares that he has never touched the ground.  Just like my 8 and 6-year-old boys when they were babies!!  Neither one of them touched the ground for the first 6 months of their lives. They were in our arms, literally.  My heart warms as I think of this, not just my boys as babies, but that we have a connecting point here.  LV is well cared for, maybe even loved. That is one lucky LV.

So, for now, I observe the EPC (Exclusive Purse Club) as an outsider.  Today, I had a peek into the depth and meaning of this culture, and I had a peek at an LV.  I just wish that I went in for a touch, too.