It has kicked in late I admit, but the Handbag Gene has kicked in.  Last week I finally became depressed by the sight of my current bag.  See, below.

 

It is functional I agree, but it doesn’t go with anything, is ENORMOUS and therefore impossible to find anything in when you really need it.  That and lately I never take my lap-top anywhere (for which the bag was designed) and having a few small items jangling around inside a huge bag has lost its novel appeal.  

I went hunting for a new one.  And had no luck.  I wanted something large enough to carry documents but small enough to be able to hold on my lap without obscuring my vision.  

Enter, Visconti Leather.  On Amazon I found several I liked but couldn’t decide.  I suddenly remembered my mother’s obsession with the perfect hand bag.  I remember her once saying that finding the right handbag is the equivalent of six months of really good therapy.  I always thought she was off the planet until I realised I was thinking about a bag in the same way.  I NEVER cared about my bag before this, what has changed?  Eventually I went with the Visconti Leather Messenger Bag 18548, in black (pictured above).  I ordered it online Sunday evening (62 quid, reduced from…something more expensive) and it arrived today at work, much to the surprise of my co-workers, expecting anything BUT a man-bag to show up express post on my desk at eleven.  It is, of course, divine and I have already fallen in love.  I have also put off calling Doctor Kaminsky for another six months… 

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