There are few material items more personal or more indispensable to a woman than her handbag. Leaving home without mine feels like one of those anxiety dreams where I'm trying to go about my business except I'm nude or partially blind or something.
Yet despite their everyday nature, handbags are both a source of fascination (for women) and abject horror (for men). How many times have you asked your partner to retrieve something from inside your bag, only to have him immediately pass you the entire thing? Best heed this warning, published in 1945 by the New York Times:
"A young man I knew - the sensitive type - once told me that he was about to propose to a girl, when, accidentally, he had a glance into her handbag. It shocked him to such a degree that he spontaneously cancelled his proposal.
"His whole image of the pretty girl had changed after he had seen the untidiness of her powder-dusted, lipstick-spotted handbag. Worst of all, a fruit drop had stuck to the lining."
THE HORROR.