I am utterly mindboggled every time it comes to buying a new handbag. For one thing, the sheer number of choices is staggering. For another, I have never actually understood why a two foot section of black leather and some buckles should cost anywhere from about as much as my lunch to about as much as my house. I just don’t understand. I clearly lack the bag gene. I know it exists. I am fully aware there are women out there who feel about bags the way I feel about shoes, but personally I have never once been even tempted to keep my purse on during sex (and even if I was, I am positive it wouldn’t have the same effect). Still, eventually the day comes when I look down at whatever bedraggled bit of baggery I am carrying about and think to myself “There’s a hole in that.” And so begins yet another search for something to hold all of my stuff. Preferably something with the ability to fold space/time around my belongings and allow me to carry a jacket, an extra pair of shoes, and a basic zombie go-bag without being larger than, say, a Labrador retriever.