My incredible purse looks like nothing so much as the golden egg laid by that goose. Inedible but so satisfying: molded with caressable metal ripples, compact velvet interior gratifyingly limits what I carry, delicate chain’s broken once or twice but always mendable. Femme Fatale coat (collared in fur) + militant boots (flowered with roses) – feeling pleasantly like a Victorian Dolly Girl… Fashionshesays.com.