Sometimes you come across something in a charity shop or box of a relative’s old things that is incredibly charming, but there is something wrong with it. A cigarette burn, a zipper that needs replacing, or a stain on delicate material makes the item seem a bit of a lost cause, but you are still drawn to it.
A bag was given to me amongst a number of vintage items my mom and aunt had gathered and unfortunately the clasp was completely broken. I’ve taken a number of things to it to try and open it, but to no avail.
I have stored the bag portion somewhere 'safe' and hope that I can some day return it to its former glory as a handbag as a belted pouch bag - almost like robin hood would have worn if he were a bit more camp and flashy.
