When unemployed in Los Angeles, California,
in the middle of the worst damn recession since the 1930s,
one can either give in to the despair and drive off Malibu’s cliffs,
or, in my case,
learn to sew.
I am a dancer;
Salsa is currently my dance of choice,
but I also have a background in tango, swing, and belly.
One of the most frustrating parts of going dancing was trying to figure out what to do with my purse.
My options were limited to shoving things down in my bra
(ever had your lipstick melted by this? yeah, it’s as gross as it sounds),
or to praying that my purse wouldn’t be snatched.
So, what about another option?
Something svelte, sleek, and maybe, I dunno…cheeky?
Which looks like this when worn:
I sold about a dozen of these pretties in different trims and sizes at LA’s first bachata fest , and intend to sell a whole bunch more–
and these aren’t just for dancers, mama.
Got your back.
(I also submit these to rigorous testing–namely, by running up and down the stairs in my apartment)
(and of course, dancing for hours while wearing one!)