I am forever suspicious of satin. Satin bags, satin shoes, satin dresses – owning any of it seems like a cosmic challenge to no longer be myself. Which is, more or less, a challenge to not spill food, to not wipe my fingers on my clothes when I don’t have a napkin, and to suddenly start sitting in such a way that I don’t wrinkle anything. All in all, none of that is going to happen. Ever. I have ONE satin piece of clothing, and it has a greasy fried chicken stain on it.
Knowing me, I don’t think I could ever put a thousand dollars into a satin clutch, even one as lovely as the Lanvin Oulala Satin Clutch, but could you? (more…)