Of Books And Bags

After reading my post on how much I was drooling over the Olympia Le-Tan bags, a friend of mine did a spot of research and pointed me to this little piece of homemade craftiness.

Turns out other people do put in effort to gain their desires.  Anyway, isn't it twee?  Here's the post on how to make your own clutchbook.

Judging A Book By Its Cover

Someone somewhere needs to win the lottery soon so that they can buy me this Olympia Le-Tan for Christmas.

It looks like a book but is in fact a bag.  Genius, eh?  Plus Catcher in the Rye’s always been one of my favourite books, even though I only read it because I wanted to appear a precocious teenager.

I’m fond of 1984 too so if anyone would like to supply me with this, it wouldn't go amiss as a suitable Christmas present.

There’s something about touting your (self-believed) intellect in your sartorial choices, it’s simultaneously both nauseating and charming.

Natalie Portman’s got the Lolita version, which I’ve also taken a liking to.  I’ve never read Lolita so probably shouldn’t covet the bag too much. I imagine if (in an alternate universe where I was rich/ a film star) I managed to own it, I’d get know-it-alls everywhere snootily asking my opinion on the novel.  I think this as a vainglorious girl myself who would relish trying to trip Natalie Portman up in this way. Yes I'm a terrible and crap person.

Rather than making me want to read Lolita though, the bag’s made me want to take up embroidery so I can make an appliqué version of that Valley of The Dolls cover I recently posted.  Or plan to rob a local shop so that I can afford the £895 price tag that's on the Olympia Le-Tan.

Effort. I should just buy a book instead and carry it around, pretending it's a bag.