I know this is a little different from a regular posting, but please indulge me as I share a bit more of what else is going on in the vintage hideaway my family refers to as “The Pink Room.” In one corner, I have this exquisite pink beaded 1920s flapper dress; so very fragile and heavy with its glass beads. I have a story about the dress: About 15 years ago, I was wearing her at a wedding, and noticed there was a dirt spot on the front. I licked my finger and used it to rub at the spot, and a tiny part of the silk DISINTEGRATED. That’s when the poor old thing was relegated to this dress form. I was afraid if I wore her again and someone spilled a drink on me, I’d be nude. On her shoulder is an enormous, thick, luxurious fur with faces and tails. It belonged to a woman named Edna, a former showgirl. The salmon-color cloche is one of my first vintage hats and I would never part with her. As this blog is about purses, I most certainly won’t forget to tell you about the gorgeous ivory beaded flapper bag you see with the dress. I got it in the early days of eBay—before people became word-search savvy—and it cost me around ten bucks. Ah, I love beautiful things. Especially when they’re cheap.