I remember the MJ Blake! It was a great bag.
I think I may have told the story of my first luxury bag here so if you’ve heard it already, my apologies! When DH and I met, I was earning very little money and although I always loved bags, at that point in my life I was thrilled if I found a Stone Mountain bag on sale (oh my how things have changed!). DH-to-be was earning more than five times my income — he is older than I and already had a lot of professional success when we met. We had only been dating a couple of months and were at the at NYC apartment of a female friend of his whose style I admired, which is when I saw her bag — luxurious black pebbled leather, leather-lined, like a briefcase but much more casual, with a wide, adjustable cross-body leather strap. There it was, the dream bag I hadn’t even known existed, tossed casually in the corner alongside her work heels. I couldn’t help but exclaim over it. I don’t think I’d ever had that kind of visceral reaction to a handbag. I didn’t even know what brand it was.
The brand, it turned out, was Mark Cross, and the model was called the Murphy bag. This was in 1993 and it retailed for $550. At the time, I don’t think I had ever paid more than $60 for a bag. It was simply out of reach, so I filed it away in my brain under the category of “someday. Maybe.”
Of course, DH-to-be got it for me for Chrismas a month or two later. I say “of course” because in retrospect, I realize my longing for that bag must have been obvious. And he wanted to make me happy. For him, it was a simple equation — this bag will make her happy, therefore I’m getting it for her. For me, it was so much more.
I still have the bag, of course. It’s fantastically heavy and doesn’t have anything resembling a cell phone pocket, but I’ll never get rid of it. The quality is top-notch, btw. I wore the heck out of it — at the time, it was my nicest bag by a long shot so it went everywhere with with me — and it still looks almost new.