Sunday, we went to a family wedding. I used to be the kind of woman who didn't own an evening bag. Becoming an actual adult meant that such an object really did need to be a part of my life. Needing to carry an epi-pen and antihistamines at all times has made relying on my husband's suit pockets to hold my tissues and lipstick at events no longer a viable option. There is a limit to how much one can ask a husband to stash in his suit. A couple of years ago, my friend Vivian gave me a shoe box filled with an array of small leather bags that had been made in her grandfather's factory in Austria during the 1920's and 30's. Some of them were so teeny they had enough room for a small hankie and a little bit of change. One was large enough to hold not just a hankie and phone money but also a metro card, a cellphone and a comb along with the epi-pen and a film canister filled with antihistamines. It is made out of a heavy velvet like suede. I used it a...
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