Sit down. I have something to confess.
I am not a fashionista.
I know you’re shocked and I’m very sorry to disappoint. But I’m just trying to honest here. I hope you can come to accept the real me.
Now, I like to look cute just as much as the next gal. It’s just not usually within my budget or attention span. But any time I have “An Event” on the horizon, I try to get a leetle motivated to break out of dumpy-frumpy, if only for the one night. Then I can go back to my slob roots with a clear conscience.
I’m attending the Junior League’s Decadence fundraiser this Saturday night. The theme — “Diamonds & Denim” — is right up my alley, but I’ve had one nagging question. (Men, you have my permission to skip the rest of this blog.)
“What kind of handbag does one carry to such an Event?”
I have a serviceable “evening bag.” Being that it’s in the black-sequins-and-beading family, however, it just seems wrong for this event. And I can’t bring my everyday purse, for crying out loud. The elevator has a weight limit.
So. I sew.
I wanted something small and “discreet” — no, this is not a concealed carry purse — chic but still casual enough to suit jeans. Cell phone, ID, lipstick.
Oh, by the way, it’s a necktie. Or was.
It’s intentionally asymmetrical and somewhat sculptural. I’ve seen lots of hobo bags made from neckties but I was aiming elsewhere.
Do you hate it? Am I crazy? Is there a Clinton-and-Stacy intervention in my future?