I was telling my book group about this bag search. One of them asked what make the £60 one was. I had no idea. She picked up her own bag and waved it at me. "I like nice bags," she said. I looked. Hers had a little leather tag on it in the shape of a Scottie dog.
"Oh, my £60 one has a tag like that," I said.
"Ah," she said, "a Radley!" I could tell that they all approved. It's not often that I impress people with my brand of accessories. Marks and Spencer doesn't do it for most of my smart friends.
One of the book group is particularly dressy. Some months ago - long before I'd given any thought at all to my clothes for Daughter 1's nuptials - she said to me, as we all sat round the table discussing the current book, "Are you going to wear a hat to the wedding?"
"I doubt it," I said - not feeling I was that sort of person.
"Well," she said, "you either have to wear a hat or dye your hair."
Hmm. Or stick a bag over my head, I suppose. Yes, my hair is beginning to grey a bit at the front, and no, I don't dye it. Too much like hard work to keep it looking convincing.
When I mentioned the £5 bag on Saturday, I enjoyed the look of horror on her face at the thought of my appearing in public with such a cut price item.
Daughter 1 suggests that I remove the dog label from the £60 bag, attach it to the £5 one and see if the dressy friend admires it.