For the record, any of the five people that probably read this will know that I had a brief love affair with a Kate Spade clutch that was fashioned to look like a copy of The Great Gatsby.
I never got it. I just couldn’t justify spending $300+ on a clutch when the majority of my purses could also double as overnight bags.
What I have now is even better. My brilliant mother noticed that Kate Spade had made a series of Kindle covers, in part utilizing the “book of the month” line she had sold. Now I have a Kindle cover that looks exactly like the clutch and I get to use it every single day.
Love.
I’m fortunate to have experienced a few great loves in my short life. Some are inanimate and some are even intangible. One of these loves manages to fall under both categories. I love books. I love the way that stories can sweep me up and, for as much time as I can spare that day, I can go somewhere else and I am completely lost. One of my favorites is “The Great Gatsby,” by F. Scott Fitzgerald. When I first read of Nick Carraway’s time on Long Island Sound I was adrift in the 1920s. Fitzgerald’s florid writing style allowed my imagination to run wild envisioning the extravagant parties that were so commonplace at the time. I always imagined myself in attendance wearing a simple dress, hairpin curls with an embellished headband and a strand of pearls that hung down to my waist. The perfect clutch would have completed my ensemble and I would have fit right in.
The perfect clutch, like my other accessories, would project relevance and sophistication, rather than flash and trendiness. That is why I am in love withKate Spade’s Book of the Month clutch. This clutch (it also comes in an adorable tote) is perfect for me and makes a definitive statement about my personality. Until it finds itself resting peacefully in my closet, it will rest peacefully on my wish list.