What's special about vintage? History, of course.
I played “grown-up” as a child with a similar handbag--it felt like the epitome of womanhood! This smidgen of old fashioned glamour recalls the era of embroidered linen hankies, sparkling white cotton
gloves, and Revlon's "Love That Red" lipstick.
If this gorgeous bag could tell its story, what would it be? Maybe something like this...
Cassie stuffed her car keys into the handbag before clasping it shut. Although Joe was driving the family to the funeral, she was concerned about how much he might drink at the repast. It was his favorite uncle who died, after all. Well, actually, he was killed. Razor. Angry husband.
Joe's Uncle Chuck was a loose man. Loose morals, loose lips, loose zipper. The zipper got him in trouble. Chuck had an unfortunate affair with a screechy bombshell who was married to a paranoid muscle-bound thug who kept a razor in his shoe and brass knuckles in his pocket. Angry Thug Husband found out about the affair. Chuck was quickly filleted.
Chuck's wife went to the morgue to identify the remains and said, "Yup, that's him. The attempts at plastic surgery are a nice touch, though."
