the import of bags and other ladies mom crammed into the makeshift

bags hand-me-down costumes, is the import of bags and other ladies mom crammed into the makeshift toy chest in the basement. Depth. Under the old skirts and blouses, hats with feathers eccentric gloves, mismatched and fake pearls are battered bags of "the old days." Black with account numbers turn clear plastic handles and lids. One night at the opera? Elegant but useless. Cloth or imitation mustard yellow velvet bag with the top clip. Nana had to be. Ugly, but oh, that clip above, so serious, so "I'll take two, thanks, and please end" load. fourth in the hand of the worker Drop, snap closed wallet. Sorry, babe.

Easter bag, my first: a small box, wrapped in cheap white plastic with a metal twist closure and a sprig of fake spring flowers to decorate the cover. Very 1960 and large enough to maintain a delicate fabric flowers Nana library, little white gloves and several balloons. Church expected to be much more fun now that I had a bag for the occasion. Silly me. Several years later, the debut of patent leather bag: Once again a "bag of the church", demure, black and sexy. Twist open the lock on the front and the top opens like an oyster brilliant. Look inside. Now we're talking. It is spacious. A bag of an actress of B-movies, the guy who has a gold cigarette case and in relief, retrieves a Pall Mall, puts the ruby red lips and calls for light eyes.