Here’s news from New York of a designer handbag store that, we’re told, has “an Upstairs, Downstairs feel, or more precisely U. and non-U., to borrow the linguist Alan S. C. Ross’s shorthand for ‘upper class’ and the aspiring masses made famous by the Nancy Mitford essay The English Aristocracy.”
Here our intrepid reporter, possessed of a winsomely dry wit, comes across “a neat little sports car of a clutch from the Marano family (presumably dotty Italian noblemen cousins), a model favored by Kate Middleton, a salesclerk told me.” The price? $1,195. “‘The clasp is a removable clock,’ he [said].”
LOL! I thought I’d fall off my chair laughing!
It gets better.
To set itself off from the hoi polloi of the handbag set, this Anya Hindmarch store offers bespoke custom engraving of your pricey object, in a copy of your own handwriting. Any phrase you can dream up.
So there, Frugal Scholar! Find that at the thrift store!
Our reviewer reports: “In the mad new handbag economy, prices qualify as moderate, though there are pieces made of alligator in the five figures.”
Five figures. Not sure I can count that high on my fingers when it comes to cash dollars, but I believe that would come to something over 10 grand. For a purse.
Now, I dunno about you, but if I had 10 grand that I didn’t know what to do with, just laying around the house, I’d use it to buy a sane Republican into the House of Representatives.
Far more unique. And when you take it to parties, it can talk to people for you. No tacky handwriting there!
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I’m glad you have such confidence in my powers. Will keep an eye out.
If anyone can find one of these things, it’s Frugal Scholar!
Haha. Some of the fashion bloggers I follow for either inspiration or eye candy are handbag people and the PF side of me just takes a break because hey, they have the money and that’s their priority, but there are times the prices stops me in my tracks.
It’s like when I was talking to friends who are diehard bicyclists. For me: a bag or a bike is expensive at $200. For them, $1k is the minimum to get in the door. Different worlds, at the very least.
Holy Smoley!!! How many of those things does that company actually sell?!? I can see rock and rap stars buying ’em, the new rich, but anyone else would have better sense. I hope!