You know how some people have a shoe thing? I don’t really. I mean, I’d hardly kick a pair of silver Jimmy Choos out of bed, but honestly: fancy footwear stresses me out because you have to…you know…walk in it. On the ground.
Purses? Now that’s my thing. I adore them, I collect them, it’s rare that I leave a flea market or vintage store without some new find or another.
So it’s sort of weird that the one purse I’ve never owned is a black evening purse. For years now, whenever I’m headed out to someplace fancy I’ve ended up defaulting either to a daytime bag (because whatever), or this crazy over the top bedazzled gold thing that a friend gave me years ago when I lived in LA and that is extremely wild and fun, but not exactly sophisticated.
I had an elegant black purse for a minute, but it was beaded and from approximately 1827, and when I took it out with me it ended up disintegrating almost immediately. I’ve kept an eye out for the right evening bag for awhile now, but haven’t found anything perfect – I wanted smallish (but big enough for my phone), black leather, classic shape, interesting details, slim gold chain strap, and not-two-thousand-dollars.
(Despite the fact that I really did wear this purse out almost every night on our trip, this is the second-best photo I was able to get of an outfit that included it. Our son has discovered an obsession with soccer/basket/whatever balls, and there was a lot of wrangling going on.)