I'm pleased as punch to welcome a fellow writer friend, Rayne Golay.
Who can resist a cloud-gray and gold handbag that calls out your name as you walk into the store? Not me. Not when it’s roomy and has lots of gold. And three compartments and an outer zip for my phone. It even holds my iPad. The perfect bag for a woman on the go.
On my way to lunch from an art show, I stopped in this store because of a few elegant handbags displayed in the window. My intention wasn’t to buy a bag, but when I saw Charlie, stunned and delighted, I could only stare while my hands opened and closed from the want to own this bag. To be honest, I came close to salivating.
I’m quite boring when it comes to handbags. I have about twenty of them. Some are in various shades of brown, but most of them are black for winter, white for summer—which is most of the year hear in Florida—gold for the evening because it goes with everything. I favor a shoulder strap so my hands are free, maybe a left-over from the when I used to walk my gorgeous boxer Hestia. No matter the size, the shape, the color, if it’s my handbag it has to be of leather simply because I love the material. As it turned out, to close the deal, Charlie, is made of the softest leather, like velvet to the touch.
The black really pops the poinsettias!