For over a year now, I’ve either shoved my phone and mask into a pocket or carried the very same boring black crossbody bag whenever I leave the house. I’ve occasionally had to schlep about with a rucksack full of baby toys/snacks/essentials, but aside from that, my handbag collection is gathering dust and feeling rather sorry for itself. I think the fact that the V&A’s spectacular handbag exhibition was open for a total of two whole days last year says it all: This once-prized area of our wardrobes has been, understandably, very neglected.
