I walked past this little bag, where it was prominently displayed in the window of one of my local charity shops, for almost two weeks before I finally snapped and bought it. I’m quite frankly amazed that it was on display for that long, with a little sign next to it saying “New Furla bag” (just to make it clear how special it was), and no one got in there before me. Given that I have bought Aquascutum, Diane von Furstenburg and even Maje pieces in the same shop before now, it blows my tiny little mind that someone wouldn’t think, “£30 for Furla? Yes please”. It’s not as if my neighbours aren’t acquainted with nice brands (entirely to my thrifty benefit). I guess that the denizens of my neck of the woods don’t want to spend that kind of money on a bag from a charity shop, which is understandable I suppose. Even if the bag in question is the most beautiful, impractical, leathery scented soft gold clutch imaginable. Who I ask you would be so heartless as to say no?
I am trying to use my clutch bags more often at the moment; they can add a cheeky sense of occasion to an ordinary event. Like a cinema date to the local Odeon to see Avengers Assemble last night – there’s nothing quite so bizarre but entertaining as getting all prettied up to go and sit in the dark! x