She's certainly a bit naughty, but she's a whole lot nice. Meet Sofia, a metal vintage Rodo clutch created exclusively for Bergdorf Goodman. She's packed full of funny money, a nip of vodka and a pack of candy cigarettes. And she'll tell you a tale of Sicily, just in time for Mother's Day.
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This is Bianca. She's a gorgeous golden Whiting & Davis number loaded with a nip of tequila, packed with candy cigarettes and full of funny money. A client asked her to be ready to roll, but then backed out. Here she is in all her naughty niceness.
Red says romance, mystery, vivaciousness and naughtiness -- at least in this Hooch Bag I created for my pal Eleanor's birthday. The flowered purse is innocent enough as is the vintage Hallmark scarf, but just look inside this party gal's loot and you'll see another side that's usually kept under wraps. Why, what's she doing with all that funny money, the (candy) cigarettes and that nip of vodka?
Whoa, did I get an earful. I should have know better than to ask!
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When I met this Hooch Bag, her name was Brenda. And let me tell you she was full of badness -- booze, pills and...never you mind. Why, it's a wonder she wasn't locked up in the clinker for all the naughtiness she's played part in. But mysteriously, she had a change of ways when it was decided that she was to become the gift of a five-year-old. She went into the Hooch Bag Protection program, changed her name to...well...I can't say, and has transformed herself from a bawdy old bag into a shimmery example of sweetness.
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When you're planning a getaway with your besties, (or beasties....which ever term fits), a naughty-but-nice Hooch Bag -- packed with maybe some mood altering candy pills, a wad of funny money, some chewing gum cigarettes and even a discrete nip -- might be just what the doctor ordered to get the party pumping.
That's exactly what a high roller from Michigan had in mind when she picked up a few of my loaded ladies for a girls-only getaway to Miami. Oh, this Michigan Madame, or MM for short, is a big spender and carted off several of my hard-working beauties. I'll tell you more about her purchases later, if she's not already in the slammer. For now, here's the tale of how in less than 24 hours a golden goddess named Ingrid changed her alias two times -- from Ingrid to Claire and then Claire to, well, a name I cannot disclose for fear of ....well... I'd rather not say.
Hey, when they're payin', my high kickers'll go by any name they want!
She started out as Ingrid, a beaded dazzler packed with chewing gum cigarettes, a ton of funny money and a nip of port. Oh, and hidden in there is also a red pipe. Hey, I don't ask 'em what they're smoking. It's none of my bees wax. But MM decided to keep Ingrid for herself,
MM then asked me if I might send along the enchanting Marilyn as well. I can totally see Marilyn's allure with her toxic mix of happy pills and vodka all wrapped up in golden goodness. But as luck would have it, I had to inform MM that Marilyn had flown the coop.
I told MM, however, that I had an innocent pretty by the name of Claire who hadn't beenhooched up. I sent sent her the picture above, saying that I could tart her up to make her look like Marilyn.
And here's how she turned out. Like I said, I can't reveal her name, or else....
What I can say is that these shimmering lovelies are flying high to the Midwest en route to some bawdy badness in the Florida sun.
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Once again, I'm showing off some before photos of my Hooch Bags. After they get filled with a ton of funny money, a nip of booze, some packages of candy cigarettes and a vintage surprise, these hard working gals will be ready for a night on the town.
This patent Meyers bag for Saks Fifth Avenue appears to be the peak of chic-ness, but it wouldn't take much to transform her into the peak of freak-ness!
I've called this Susan Gail Original Lulu since I met her. And she is a lulu. But like my other lovely ladies, she'll change her name for the right offer.
This beaded and sequined Richere bag by Walborg appears as innocent as a spring flower. I won't tell you what she's been up to over the winter!
This Jorelle number is French....need I say more?
Oh she's all wrapped up in beads and sequins, but this gorgeous gal from the 1960s gets funky once the sun goes down.
This shimmery, white beaded La Regale bag from the 1960s is a perfect foil for what could be her racy contents!
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