A (Not Very Serious) History of Handbags
Once upon a time, a very, very long time ago, A Neanderthal man dropped his flintstone. He panicked but was pleased to see that the new fangled thing hadn’t chipped for that would have spoiled the clean edge of this new cutting technology.
Grunting in exasperation, he looked around the valley and spotted a big leaf from a kind of tree that is long gone from the earth. After a moment of thought, the man squatted beside the leaf and touched it gently. It was supple and strong and would bend without cracking. He sighed in satisfaction and dropped his few meager belongings on top of the leaf. Gathering the edges together he twisted the top and set off toward the dim glow in the sky that marked his home camp fire.
Possibly his name if written down -although no such system of representing the spoken word existed in his time, would sound something like Buh’irghn. Indeed that might go some way to justify the total hysteria which seems to grip normally sane women today when in the presence of a Birkin bag but of course no-one really knows who fashioned the first one and for sure it was inspired by necessity and not by fashion.
What is certain is that that ancient long ago cave man started something that thousands of years later would cause many a woman to max out her credit card, cause bitter rivalries between best friends and carve deep seams of jealousy and avariciousness in otherwise mentally healthy wives and mothers, WAGS and DINKs.
No doubt Buh’irghn, if that was indeed his name, would have thought the person who paid $64,800 for a black crocodile version of his invention in 2005 a rather pathetic and strange individual to have to pay so very much money just to carry a few pieces for bartering and some warpaint and wondered about the sanity of anyone willing to put their name on a two year waiting list for a Hermès bag when they could get one in five minutes on eBay.





