A handbag...?One of my goals in New York was to buy a handbag which was bigger than the one I am using at the moment. I am delighted to say that I have succeeded in buying one with so many pockets to it that I will lose all my stuff.
I have as many problems with handbags as I do with shoes. Basically, I don't like the prissy girly stuff which tends to adorn them. I like a sleek, functional handbag, with no
gubbins on it. I have just about succeeded in getting an unadorned handbag; it has something which looks a little like a horse brass on the front, but I shall get used to that, no doubt. And it's designer, which has to count for something (no, not Prada, Armani, or anything like that; I am not made of money).
We were passing Maison du Chocolat on an open topped bus earlier today, and it occured to me; if my house were made of chocolate, I'd be homeless pretty quickly, which would defeat the object. Also, you couldn't have any heating on, else the chocolate would melt. And it would be slightly bizarre if you brushed against the walls having chocolate all over you. All told, I think it not to be practical.
I have not much else to say about today; we went around in said bus (one of those hop on, hop off affairs), went to the top of the Rockefeller Centre (very high, good views), and then to buy the handbag. Am blooming exhausted now. Dinner in Chinatown tonight, after Little Italy yesterday. Tomorrow, who knows, as it is my birthday, so we are going to try and see a show. Since Naked Men Singing has been banned (despite the fact that it is the longest running show Off Broadway, so it clearly has some considerable artistic merit) so it will either be Chicago, or Blithe Spirit (the latter of which has Rupert Everett and Angela Lansbury (who clearly is not dead; I thought that she was) in it).
