The Wristlet

The scene: a fancy event, lotsa fancy people, tonsa fancy food, and a trying-desperately-to-at-least-appear-fancy girl.

I like to eat, and I don't like to beat around the bush about it. However, I try very hard to do so at fancy events like the one I'm about to describe to you. You know when you're at a party and there are servers walking around with giant plates of tiny hors d'oeuvres? Problem A is that I don't like to pick just one off the plate and nibble daintily while still carrying on an intelligent conversation about tax legislation with Councilman Wilson and City Finance Director Barnes (also because I'm incapable of every single part of that sentence). Problem B is that rarely is there a place to put anything down while you're nibbling these items. So if you've got a glass of wine in one hand and tiny plate if edible bits and bobs in the other, where are you supposed to put your pouch which contains your phone, keys, lipstick and whatever else you've got going on in there? Such was my problem at this last event. I gave it the old college try by tucking my pouch under my arm, but if you're a hungry girl like me and you've grabbed 8 helpings of each little meatball/crostini/cheese/cracker and you're forced by social norms to use a utensil (please), what are you to do?

You see where I'm going with this, do you not?

Just put your little fist through the loop, dazzling Wilson and Barnes in the process, and get on with your conversation. But whatever you do, mind the meat sauce. Assistant Chief Statistician Davis just bought that shirt.

Real quick, please jot down this mental note: as we are a small boutique, making everything ourselves, each bag (unless already in inventory) is made-to-order and will take about 4-6 weeks. But it will be worth it, pinky swear! Dimensions: 9.75” l x 5.75” h

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