By Claudia Saide | Photography by SUKILYNN
I’m the mother of a two and a half year-old. What that means is that technically my handbag should be large and in charge. You know, so it could fit a change of clothes, toys, snacks, hand wipes, oh, and my own shit too. But for some reason I just refuse to carry something so big on a daily basis. Call me queen of denial, but I just won’t do it. Even when I’m off to a meeting and should really bring my laptop, I take my iPad mini (it has a keyboard case) instead, because if fits perfectly into my Balenciaga envelope.
This clutch addiction began a long time ago, and just like any other addiction, it’s only getting worse with time. Just two weeks ago I ordered a Saint Laurent beach pouch and a Cult Gaia bamboo clutch within an hour of one another. Not sure why I thought that I needed two summery clutches that really serve the same purpose, but I reasoned with myself that I’d never actually wear the Saint Laurent clutch to the beach because it’s kinda pricey, therefore I needed one well under $100 to actually use for my sunblock and my kid’s rash guard.
Yes I agree, it’s disgustingly decadent and you can totally call me out on it. But I just have this weird infatuation with little strapless bags even though I’m well aware of the fact that there’s always a chance I might lose something while sifting through one as I try to pull something out (I pack ‘em tight). And I totally lose things more often than I want to admit—I’ve even left my cell phone behind at the grocery more than just once—yet I won’t relent. I just can’t seem to learn my lesson.
Perhaps it’s because I’m so uncouth and I find small strapless bags to be so graceful and dainty that this is my way of overcompensating. Or maybe it’s that I subconsciously keep wishing that I just didn’t have so much to carry (how do men do it?). Either way though, I just can’t help myself, and I don’t see myself getting better anytime soon (ummm mini bags are BIGGER than ever—ha).
You know what though? I stand corrected. Don’t they say that admitting the problem is the first step? Yes, I believe they do. So maybe I’m on the road to clutch addiction recovery without even knowing it. Then again, I’m not so sure I even want to recover.
And that actually reminds me, I totally forgot about that Truss clutch I’d been eyeing at Barneys. I wonder if they still have it.
Perhaps it’s because I’m so uncouth and I find small strapless bags to be so graceful and dainty that this is my way of overcompensating.