Back in the day and certainly if you grew up in a place like the North Shore of Long Island, women did not carry money. Not because they didn’t have it, but because they didn’t need to. The neighborhood charge account was commonplace, where you’d get a bill at the end of the month from Mr. Smith, the butcher and Mr. James, the florist. Money was never spoken about or pondered. They just had it and a lot of it, but it never saw daylight.
Fast forward to modern day NYC and over the years I’ve noticed women who walk Madison avenue without a visible handbag. At first I was very curious by this missing accessory, but then it hit me- duh, they have a driver and their handbag is in their car. Ahh, got it. Good one guys.
The luxury of that is only vaguely common to me on days that I’m lucky enough to take a car service for work and even then I get a tiny bit scared to just leave my handbag in a stranger’s car. What if he steals my cash? What if I get kidnapped and need my wallet? Anything can happen. But yet the idea of not having to carry the boat that is usually my handbag, seems really, really intriguing and most definitely posh.
Since I’m not getting a driver any time soon, I’ve decided for Spring I’m lightening up. This week I have exclusively been carrying a “day clutch”. It’s medium-sized and it fits my must haves- makeup bag, iPhone, BlackBerry and keys. But it won’t fit a wallet, so I just stuff cash, credit cards etc and zip them snugly in the inside pocket.
So why am I telling you this? Because it has had a very interesting effect on me. I can’t properly explain it, but it’s very chic to feel as if you don’t have to lug stuff around. That maybe the rest of your belongings are in a car with your driver around the corner. Of course this is just me, being me, but truly- carrying a day clutch has put a spring in my step. Sometimes it’s the little things that make the difference and in this case it’s the little thing without the strap-