Her own private kingdom…
There was some concern on campus that the new security check at the entrance to the library was a little intrusive. (After all, didn’t everyone know that a woman’s handbag was her own private kingdom, and not just to be peered into and pawed through willy-nilly?) And yet before long vanity became as much a concern as privacy, as each woman began to wonder: was her handbag decent; was it smart? Or was it scuffed, falling apart, or last year’s model?
Deborah had been quick to capitalize on both these concerns by inventing a range of woven labels that could be sewn into bag interiors.
“They’re a dollar each, Amelia. But if you buy “If you can read this, you’re too close” I’ll throw in “My other handbag’s a Louis Vuitton” for free…”