Forget the clutch: a strappy bag is my weakness. But whatever you choose, it needs to be a good fit for your lifestyle About a week into lockdown I started to really miss my handbag. Debit card and hand sanitiser had already migrated into the pockets of my coat. No call for reapplying lipstick on the hoof, and no danger of being out for long enough to need a phone charger. Even a water bottle was suddenly unnecessary. A nice handbag has always been my weakness. I am not a label snob, but I appreciate the satisfying clunk of quality hardware fastenings, the thoughtfulness of a well-placed zip compartment, the cheer of a beautiful silk lining. Not the dinky, fussy, teeny-tiny type of bag – those have always left me cold. What I love is the sleek, polished competence of a proper, day-sized handbag, a badge of honour of a grownup life.
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