And you thought I forgot! Nope, I’m just behind—but don’t worry. Like it or not, I’m back with a mini-recap and a closer look at the bags of And Just Like That, Season 3, Episodes 2, 3, and 4.
After I cleansed myself of the awkward energy of Episode 1, I pushed forward. Because sometimes a show that’s a simple—albeit cringey—delight still qualifies as a reprieve. Plus, I want it to get better. So badly. Like rooting-for-the-underdog-who-keeps-tripping-over-their-own-designer-heels badly.
Episode 2: Back on Track (Kind Of)
Episode 2 found its way back to my heart with some lighter, more grounded storylines. Charlotte and Lisa spiraling over college placements? Panicked brunches and strategic friend-favor asks? That’s the kind of chaos I want from this show—privileged, polished, and completely relatable in its own absurd way.
Meanwhile, Seema was being told to “tone it down” if she ever wants to find love. She actually tries it once, after looking at her empty bed and wishing for a partner, but in the end, she stands her ground. Seema chooses not to dull her shine and wear soft colors and pearls, just to let a man lead and feel good about himself. It was one of the more resonant emotional beats of the episode.
Bag-wise, we had a few fun moments: Charlotte, ever the Charlotte, turned up in her usual Upper East Side wardrobe with a Carolina Herrera bag (side note: I’ve been spotting more CH lately in the wild—something is brewing). Carrie found herself in a crowded bar again—ah, nostalgia—and Miranda’s new love interest made an entrance with a Row Margaux in tow.
Admittedly, it’s been a few weeks since I watched, so if I’ve forgotten details—well, I’m just staying on-brand with the show’s own plot holes.
Episode 3: Delvaux and Delusions
Lisa continues her documentary series journey and learns she’s losing her editor, which hits her hard. Thankfully, she has a Delvaux bag by her side to soften the blow. Nothing like a quiet-luxury bag to cushion a professional crisis.
Charlotte tries to stay relevant in the art world, told she needs to keep up with the her younger counterparts and hit up the after-parties and the after-after-parties. Absolutely none of it aligns with her soul, but in true Charlotte fashion, she tries. A misread at one of those parties leads a rich man to try and kiss her—Charlotte is not having it. Her redemption arc? Selling art to a fellow school mom the next morning after drop-off. She remembers who her client is and where her power lies: in the carpool line, not the club line.
And then there’s Carrie. She turns down two speaking gigs in order to say yes to one in Virginia… conveniently, where Aidan is. She’s still living under his strange set of rules and parameters, which feel like emotional red tape. It’s weird and frustrating to watch, because in the original series I loved them together. But the way she’s contorting herself to fit into his world? It’s giving early 2000s rom-com, but not in the fun way.
(Also… and I hate to say this… but what is going on with Aidan’s acting, anyone else think John Corbett isn’t on top of his acting game anymore?)
Seema joins her in Virginia after learning her real estate firm was sold to Ryan Serhant. Yes, that Ryan Serhant. This little cameo plot twist was so bizarre it kind of worked? I don’t know. I’ll allow it.
Bag-wise, this episode gave us more low-key luxury and a few hard-to-ID pieces, which I actually love. That element of mystery used to be one of the funnest parts of the original series—what is that bag, and where do I find it?
Episode 4: Virginia Is for… Snoozing
And that brings us to Episode 4. Carrie is still in Virginia, and… it’s rough. The plot, the fashion, the vibe—none of it is working. She rides an ATV to the only frilly floral dress shop in town (because, of course, she does), and makes it work, but it’s not enough to save the episode.
Watching her sit quietly while Aidan navigates his tense family situation is just plain uncomfortable. She’s practically a background extra in her own relationship. He treats her like an afterthought when he’s around his kids and ex-wife—and Carrie, once the center of the universe, is reduced to politely fading into the needs-to-be-painted-to-help-ADHD guest house.
It’s hard to watch.
To top it off, the fashion was uninspired, and the bags were forgettable. I watch And Just Like That for many reasons—easy watching, emotional whiplash, a dash of unhinged choices—but the fashion is the anchor. If I’m not being delighted or at least side-eyeing a weird outfit choice, what am I doing here?
Here’s hoping we return to New York in the next episode. Virginia Carrie is not my favorite Carrie. I miss the noise, the nonsense, and yes—the bags.
The pastel sequined clutch with Carrie is a Rafe New York clutch.
Love that a few are affordable! Great, they’re representing the mid-level designer bags!
The bag on the table in Episode 3, Strathberry Nano Tote on the table when Miranda is having drinks with the BBC woman