In Panama, we have a saying that goes something like this: You are no one until your portrait is in the back of a public bus. Now before you get all imaginative and start conjuring images in your mind of what our city might look like with these portrait buses running lose, you must first see exhibit A and B to understand what I refer to. Also, sorry to disappoint, but as our city continues to evolve in what to many refer to as “Little Miami,” these seem to be more and more scarce. So I have taken the liberty of changing this phrase to my own benefit: You are no one until you get a handbag named after you (to all of you who are not involved in the fashion industry I apologize in advance). I have to admit, this year has been pretty good, a handbag and a tropical storm carrying my name… Not too shabby! So ladies and gents… here you have it, the Leslie Flapover-courtesy of Jane Marvel
As you all might know, despite the fact that fashion will always trump comfort in my book, I am always a sucker for pieces that provide both. Well I am a sucker for money well spent and a flap over bag with an adjustable strap that gives way to several convenient ways of using it plus is big enough to carry everything you need (when I mean everything I am not exaggerating—even my lunch makes the cut), is a worthy investment. And I am not saying this because my name is part of the package, although I am liking the thought of a world where people carry a bag that was inspired by none other than yours truly:. A typical conversation may go something like this: “Excuse me ma’am, what’s that lovely bag you are carrying? – Oh! You’ve never seen it? It’s the Leslie Bag!..”
Narcissistic, maybe… But in this day and age, aren’t we all?