The Gift
I wasn't in a rush for the first time in a long time on a late December morning at Macy's. I was wandering through the purse section at South Coast Plaza in Costa Mesa. It's a sprawling mall with upscale clientele, so I'm never really in my element there. I shop Macy's, not Balenciaga, Dior, Bottega Vineta or Escala. I want my STAR points and WOW passes. I was browsing purses, confused and out of my element. They are not my thing. I'd really like to put a tube of lipstick, my driver license, a 20-dollar bill, and a credit card in my pocket (I don't always even have a pocket) and leave the purse at home. But, my daughter-in-law loves them. So I wandered through the Patricia Nash section (I got her one of those last year and it was a hit) over to Dooney Bourke and ended up admiring a rose gold cross-body beauty by Michael Kors. "I'm not following you," I heard someone say. I looked around and there was this darling woman smiling broadly at m...