Saturday, 14 February 2009

Post-Traumatic Handbag Syndrome


It's the worst feeling in the world: finding your bag open and your purse lost or stolen. All your dreams are invested in that tight wodge of leather, metal, plastic and paper; it's like losing your soul. So can handbag anxiety be confronted and overcome by buying this topsy-turvy number by Victor & Rolf? Not so far as I'm concerned. My stomach lurches at the very sight of it.
Photo: Annie

5 comments:

peti said...

A beauty!
Is it snake skin?

Profoundly Superficial said...

It's snakeskin from a plastic snake...

The Sexy Pedestrian said...

Ha!


Also, tag...
http://thesexypedestrian.blogspot.com/2009/02/number-1.html

Jane said...

No, No, No!

Hope you didn't have a handbag incident!???

Since moving to Currane I don't really have need of one anymore- which is just as well because all of the ones I brought over with me have gone mouldy.
I clean them from time to time but couldn't really use them now anyway.

molly said...

GAHH!
I think I'd get constipated with worry carrying that thing around... either that or be compelled to duct tape the thing shut every morning before leaving the house.