Confessions of a handbag addict

I suffer from a rare affliction called Handbag Addiction. It came over me while I was still young; entranced by my grandmother’s handbags full of loose receipts and strawberry candies, and my aunt’s closet full of pebbled leather handbags.

I’m ready to admit it: I’m a bag lady.

On a cold morning, I checked my usual roster of online retailers as I sipped my morning coffee. I’d been…