On the first Sunday of each month, we’ll reflect on hideous handbags… we began our critique last month with this gaudy number. You remember.
As a refresher, here are the guidelines: vintage, modern, large, small, formal, casual…the bag need only meet two criteria.
1. It must be some form of bag. Whether you call it a purse, pocketbook, tote, or clutch, as long as it’s a bag, it qualifies.
2. It must be ugly.
Bernadette and I stumbled across three atrocities a few weeks ago while prepping for our adventure at the car show at Ralph’s Diner. While we did encouter several lovely vintage bags, one of which I bought and may keep for myself, despite my original plan to resell it, these vintage creations are anything but lovely:
Wouldn’t real fur look so much nicer? Or at least more realistic-looking fake fur?
Nope. The real animal hide is creepy, not classy. At least in this case.
Know what’s even creepier? That we saw two of these purses. In the same antiques shop.
We were repulsed enough by the first one – the second one practically sent us over the edge. So, that’s the review of this month’s hideous handbags. Remember, every month we’ll explore new fantastically ugly bags. And you can get in on the commentary–just email photos of the bag to email@example.com along with a brief editorial on its flaws.
If it’s too wretched for words, just send me photos of any fantastically disastrous bags you come across. The Powder Keg does not take holiday breaks: tune in next month for another post on hideous handbags.