Armadillo Purse. Maker unknown. 1960s. Made from a genuine, once-living, poor, sweet little armadillo. Leather rope straps, green rhinestone eyes, goldtone closure with red enamel. I’d like to think that, prior to being made into a purse, he died a natural death—doing something brave—like rescuing a raccoon family from the path of a semi. The purse is in very poor condition and not useable, which is a bummer, because I would love to carry it around in my suburban universe, watching housewives recoil in horror. Ah, how I love life’s simple joys.