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had always associated vintage clothing with the early part of the twentieth
century, but recently I discovered that clothing from the 1920s to twenty years
before the present day is considered vintage.
imagine the same applies to purses.
purchased my first “grown-up” purse during the summer of 1977. My mother had
hinted that I needed to upgrade my wardrobe in preparation for my first year of
teaching: suits, pumps, an LBD, and an evening purse.
together we went on a mini shopping spree that included a stop at Birks in
downtown Sudbury. One of North America’s most prestigious jewellers since 1879,
Birks was the Go-To stop for diamonds, pearls, fine jewellery, watches, and the
perfect gift for almost any occasion. Receiving a gift beautifully wrapped in
their trademark blue boxes would automatically elicit oohs and aahs at birthday
parties, showers, and other festive events.
browsing, I fell in love with a black patent leather clutch on display. I
recall my mother raising her eyebrows at the price of $25. Applying an
Inflation Calculator, I calculated that $25 would be worth $103.71 (American) and
$140.10 (Canadian) in 2017. I paused only momentarily and then bought the
purse. Later, I purchased a matching pair of black patent leather pumps.
the years, I’ve replaced and given away many purses, but I can’t seem to part
with my vintage Birks purse. It brings back memories of a lovely summer
afternoon spent with my mother, preparing for that quantum leap from student to
When Gilda Greco invites her closest friends to a
VIP dinner, she plans to share David Korba’s signature dishes and launch their
joint venture— Xenia, an innovative Greek restaurant near Sudbury, Ontario.
Unknown to Gilda, David has also invited Michael Taylor, a lecherous
photographer who has throughout the past three decades managed to annoy all the
women in the room. One woman follows Michael to a deserted field for his
midnight run and stabs him in the jugular.
Gilda’s life is awash with complications as she
wrestles with a certain detective’s commitment issues and growing doubts about
her risky investment in Xenia. Frustrated, Gilda launches her own investigation
and uncovers decades-old secrets and resentments that have festered until they
explode into untimely death. Can Gilda outwit a killer bent on killing again?