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My First (Real) Kate Spade Bag

Handbags — which are <em>not</em> examples of the "Sam" mentioned below — hang on display in the window of a Kate Spade & Co. store in Corte Madera, California, U.S., on Friday, Feb. 27, 2015.
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Handbags — which are not examples of the "Sam" mentioned below — hang on display in the window of a Kate Spade & Co. store in Corte Madera, California, U.S., on Friday, Feb. 27, 2015.

I do not own a black nylon Kate Spade box bag. I own a knockoff: A black nylon Kate Spate box bag, purchased at an outdoor stand on Canal Street in the mid-'90s.

But I have handled many examples of the real thing, and here are some facts that might not be instantly recognizable about that purse — the "Sam."

1. The straps are exactly the right length to slip over your shoulder, even if it is February in New York and you are wearing a thick, puffy coat. But they aren't so long that you can't carry it in the crook of your elbow if you are having an Audrey Hepburn moment.

2. It is shiny nylon, waterproof — thank goodness — and so, so, stiff! It isn't just box-shaped, it's an actual box-- and neither paperback nor hardback can make a dent in the shape of that sucker. And best of all:

3. Its default setting is, essentially, wide-open — you can see whatever's inside, whether you're an enterprising pickpocket or merely a curious onlooker.

I arrived in New York City to attend a music conservatory in 1994, the year after the "Sam" was released — but alas, I carried only a Jansport backpack and black viola case. I dressed in all the markers of a suburban East Coast high school, but I knew that all those plaid shirts and roll-neck sweaters weren't truly me; after all, I read Judith Krantz and Carrie Fisher and Nora Ephron. In my mind, the wardrobe that best described me lay somewhere between Scruplesand Surrender the Pink.

And my god, I wantedthat bag. I wanted it more than anything in the world. My eyes flickered past forearms on the subway, the street, uptown, downtown. I peered inside hundreds of Kate Spade bags and saw rolled-up newspapers and gold compacts and theater programs and stamped envelopes addressed to Con Edison.

I should not have wanted that bag — I disdained the ubiquitous Coach wristlets and Prada backpacks I saw everywhere, because I did not want the things everyone else had — nor could I afford a purse that cost upwards of two hundred dollars. But the Kate Spade brand, and the designer herself, with her trademark up-do and ladylike shifts, exuded a cheeky sensibility that was essentially approachable: It was joyful chic.

Those striped satin linings, the bright patterns, the shiny hardware — it was all so gay and lively. The fun part of Breakfast at Tiffany's, before they start looking for Cat in the rain.

Today, when I heard the news of the designer's apparent suicide, I was struck by how personal it felt. It's because I felt like I knewKate Brosnahan — a self-made gal, an optimist. Someone you could see inside, who, like her purses, was cheerful and classy, but possessed of an innate toughness and discipline. Kate Spade wasn't Coco Chanel. She seemed more like a pal — someone who knew that maybe you wanted your Russian novel to peek out of your bag, but you also wanted it to stay dry.

Later, when I got my first job, I saved all my money, paid my rent and bought a fancy handbag (I'd long since stopped calling them purses) — a Kate Spade. I felt I owed it to her after my dalliance with that knockoff. The real thing was 40 percent off, and I've never seen another one, so it still feels like it was made for me — a brightly colored plaid messenger bag with an orange-red floral lining.

It's gorgeous — and ridiculous.

It says to me, Here, be fancy! Love objects if you must — but do ityour way.

Be silly. And beautiful.

And, above all, be fashionable — but still practical enough to carry all your books.

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Barrie Hardymon is the Senior Editor at NPR's Weekend Edition, and the lead editor for books. You can hear her on the radio talking everything from Middlemarch to middle grade novels, and she's also a frequent panelist on NPR's podcasts It's Been A Minute and Pop Culture Happy Hour. She went to Juilliard to study viola, ended up a cashier at the Strand, and finally got a degree from Johns Hopkins' Writing Seminars which qualified her solely for work in public radio. She lives and reads in Washington, DC.