Handbags. We ladies just have to have them, well actually men do too, but they have the man bag, totally different thing apparently, very, very masculine, nothing girly or unnecessary in it.
I have always had a love hate relationship with bags. I love them but never like the one I have. I keep looking for the perfect bag, I pour over those pix in glossy magazines and lust after something totally impractical.
I buy bright red, hideous mustard yellow, fabric, wicker and leather. I go for itsy bitsy that you can barely fit your phone in, and ludicrously large where you can’t find your phone at the bottom.
Idgy groans when we enter a shop with bags. “Oh Mum, why bother, you’ll only bring it back and end up with that old brown thing again”. Yes, That Old Brown Thing. My LV Speedy that I bought twenty years ago when I was working abroad, single and flush with cash. My old LV that has been hauled around everywhere, played the part of shopper, weekender, briefcase, flight bag and, yes, even a handbag.
I always wanted to be one of those women who had bags that went with what they wore. Women who looked polished and finished off with that perfect accessory. Alas I am too lazy to remember to change the bag when I go out wearing a different outfit, so the horrible bright red bag I wasted cash on just looked a joke most of the time.
Way back in the mists of time, a bag would have to match your shoes. Bit of a problem in this day and age with women wearing Ugg boots (matching sheepskin bag I guess) and Converse or even Fit Flops most of the time. Ladies used to have a whole wardrobe full of bags to choose from.
I’ve ended up with a couple of old stalwarts, my beloved LV (and its little pal that can cover times when small is best), a basket (and yes it’s bright green because I guess I have something about bright bags) and a tiny evening bag that I inherited from my Mum. Something so mini it recoils in horror at the mere sight of a lipstick. It is a work of art though and as such hangs on the wall in my bedroom. It’s days of partying long gone, it languishes in pretty retirement.
I stick with my old LV that matches nothing, is never in style and carries everything but the kitchen sink.
Hmmm, maybe I’ll empty it out and look into the depths……
What is your favourite bag and why?