Here's the thing about clutches: They are so perfectly impractical. And frankly, that is what I love about them. The thought of being able to fit all your necessities into a small structured purse just seems so incredibly chic. I want so badly to be that woman, but every time I go to use a clutch, what I need never fits. Even if "what I need" is nothing more than keys, money, phone, and a lipstick. And then I think: How am I going to hold a drink and not fumble? How will I dance? (I love to dance.) But then I see images like the one below and I crush...
hard. I mean, are you not drooling over that Emporio Armani in the first pic? I. Can't. Even. Though I would have totally settled for the H&M version below that, if I had managed to get my paws on it...
