Only in the UK could I have found a vintage bag in a castle - make that in Blackpool, to be precise, in the Nobre Cas hotel, a semi-cheesy castle-like structure across from the sea. There are heaps of old Art Deco hotels along the seaside of Blackpool and St. Annes, which must have been thriving when the Flyde coast was the hotspot for Brit vacationers ... but today they're somewhat derelict. Nevertheless, it was in one such hotel that an antiques fair was held a few Sundays ago - and there, among heaps of not-so-collectible pieces, I met a dealer with some quite lovely vintage handbags.
Did I pay too much for this delectable suede purse? Undoubtably. I'm still making the mistake of thinking British pounds and Canuck bucks are interchangeable. But the suede was is magnificent shape and not at all smelly. Ditto for the sumptuous chocolate leather lining. The craftsmanship was good, but oh - as usual - it was the shape and the hard elements - like the gathering at the bottom, and that darling Lucite buckle - that had me at hello. My dear, sweet husband had better take me out for dinner one night so I can don a pretty frock (like the Clements Ribeiro wrap dress I nabbed today in a charity shop that I will show you soon) and tack this little bag onto the outfit. I forsee a romantic night out at some local resto that we have yet to discover. Ah, I may not be working and I may, to fill the time, be a domestic machine when my hubby's away, but I am so learning to love and appreciate these little things in life: spare time; a walk in the dunes; dinner with my hubby - and of course, as always - a designer dress bought for a fraction of the rack price and a not-so-cheap vintage purse!
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