Gemotions

Ms. Evans received a vintage handbag from a student, Tiffany. The leather was supple, the stitching impeccable, and the hardware gleamed. A thrill ran through her as she examined it. She imagined it hanging on her arm, a symbol of status and elegance.

Her current handbag was worn and dated. It wasn't about the bag, she told herself, but about the image. About the impression. She loved the idea of making others jealous. She wanted to feel superior.

She mentally tallied the cost of her current wardrobe, and the upgrades that the bag could finance. It could pay for new clothes, perhaps even a trip to a fashion show. The handbag, in her mind, was an open door to a world she craved.