My affection for handbags tends to run mostly toward the larger (fit-the-kitchen-sink-inside) variety. But when I first saw this golden croissant clutch, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. You see, I love baked goods, especially the kind that make me feel French. So croissants are basically top of the heap. This clutch struck me as both rad to look at and like it had a sense of humor. So I pondered it until it started to sell out. And then I pounced. Here it is with its brethren, back in its natural habitat.
I like to think we’re both thrilled. I know I am, anyway.