The Dangers of Surprising your Girlfriend with a Furla Bag
THERE ARE JUST TOO MANY!! I scrolled through the online catalog painfully aware of how little I knew about Furla bags, their models, and colors. I was looking for a smaller one in petrol blue. But which one was it?
A few weeks back while on a ferry on our way to a Croatian island, Julia, my girlfriend, had casually told me what she wanted. I’m terrible at finding presents. That’s why I feel smug about myself whenever I remember what people have told me they want for their birthday. I was also confident Julia had forgotten about telling me, so this would be a great surprise. I knew her friend, Verena, had that particular small model in yellow.
Now I was at work scrolling through Furla’s website wondering what exact model it was. Metropolis are small bags. I had to ask Verena about this. Which one did she own? Several, as it turns out. But, yeah, she also had a yellow Metropolis, she said.
For a second I felt like it’d be easy from here. I was wrong. On the website there wasn’t a single Metropolis in the color petrol blue. My girlfriend, it seems, didn't use the official name of the color as given by Furla. There were several colors, however, that looked like their hue was a mix of green and blue.
It was a coincidence that, through my job, I was in contact with Fashionette who retail these bags. Somewhat unprofessionally I asked them for help but they couldn't tell me either which color my girlfriend had referred to most likely. "Best would be for you to look at them in a store," they concluded. "That's the best way to judge the color."
"HELP!" I entered the Furla store in the heart of Vienna. Sandra, the salesperson, followed my overly intricate description of the situation I had gotten myself into and then went on to bring me various bags. The first one was in turchese [turquoise]. It was the one I thought would be the right color most likely. But at the store the hue seemed completely different compared to the website.
Sandra kept unpacking bags that were a mix of green and blue. Some of which were closer to what I think my girlfriend meant by petrol blue. Some were further away. By the time we had narrowed it down to two I felt like I couldn't distinguish colors anymore. That's when Sandra had the glorious idea to look at the bags outside in broad daylight. Outside the bags seemed to have a different color altogether…
Sandra even suggested that I bring an object of Julia's clothing that she refers to as petrol blue. That way we could compare.
No, I thought. We had narrowed it down this far and I wanted to make a decision on the spot. I knew that Julia had predominantly muted colors in her wardrobe. And one of the two bags left seemed to be a muted blue in daylight. The other, turchese, was a rather bold color but after looking at so many bags seemed much more green than (petrol) blue. I decided I wanted to go all-in and get the bold colored one. The green in turchese would go much better with Julia's hair.
"If she's a redhead, you must get her the turchese," said Sandra.
"And what if she wants a muted color?" I said.
"Then you can tell her it's my fault, bring it back with the receipt, and we'll swap it for another color," said Sandra. But I wouldn't have to blame Sandra in the end. On the contrary, we made the right choice.
I left the bag packed up as a present on our dining-room table for Julia to find… She loved it!
This article wasn't paid for or sponsored in any way, shape, or form. Although I think Furla should totally have done so. ;-)
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