At the very beginning of The Museum of Innocence, Orhan Pamuk’s novel of obsessive love, the narrator buys his fiancée a designer handbag she’d spotted when they passed by a boutique the night before. A simple, thoughtful gesture—to please the woman he’s engaged to—sets his life on an expected … [Read more...] about Every bag has its day
In search of the perfect bag . . .
A lot of people believe in love at first sight—a pretty silly concept except when it comes to bags (and shoes). Okay, puppies, too. Earlier this year I stumbled on a beautiful olive green bucket bag. It was so beautiful that I convinced my mom she needed it. I didn’t need it, of course, … [Read more...] about In search of the perfect bag . . .
Once upon a time . . .
During my post-college, single-in-the-city years, I almost never watched TV. Time spent alone in my Upper West Side digs meant time spent reading or listening to music—rock, classical, disco, jazz, whatever the mood called for. A solid state Fisher stereo was all I had room for and the sound was … [Read more...] about Once upon a time . . .
Why I’m not a Hannah, Marnie, Shosh, or Jessa
Sometimes I can’t help identifying with TV characters. When I wasn’t even close to Carrie Bradshaw’s age, my friends and I always assigned each other friend roles (I was once comically assigned the role of Comet the dog from “Full House”—I was not happy about this). When a TV show is based on … [Read more...] about Why I’m not a Hannah, Marnie, Shosh, or Jessa
All you need is . . .
. . . a little twist on the theme of love First Love First love is always best. First kiss, the one rooted in hunger. First soft-as-an-eyelash touch, fingers reaching for nothing more than what’s within their … [Read more...] about All you need is . . .
No más?
Certain days/moments in your life are marked by instant recall—details as crisp and clear as the joy or sadness they give rise to—no pentimento shading of memories. Of all the profound things to recall about the day my daughter became a Bat Mitzvah, what I hear now, across the years, is the … [Read more...] about No más?
