{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Soft Sensibilities","provider_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog","author_name":"Kimberly","author_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/author\/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com\/","title":"It's All in the Bag, Darling &#8226; Soft Sensibilities","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"71ZGdD0qHP\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/its-all-in-the-bag-darling\/\">It&#8217;s All in the Bag, Darling<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/its-all-in-the-bag-darling\/embed\/#?secret=71ZGdD0qHP\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;It&#8217;s All in the Bag, Darling&#8221; &#8212; Soft Sensibilities\" data-secret=\"71ZGdD0qHP\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"Nate: Why do women have so many bags? You have one. You put all your junk in it, and that&#8217;s it. You&#8217;re done. Doug: Fashion is not about utility. An accessory is merely a piece of iconography used to express individual identity. . \u00a0 . \u00a0 . Amen. And yet there are still some who think me to be simply searching for some sort of justification for my predisposition for handbags. An unhealthy predisposition. Also known as an\u00a0 o b s e s s i o n\u00a0 for the frank. But my love for bags do extend beyond the materialistic reasonings &#8211; yes, I do love &#8220;pretty&#8221; [upon seeing the new Marc Jacobs bag, Lily squeals: &#8220;And it&#8217;s so prettyyyyyyy!&#8221;] things, but this obsession is also interlaced with an appreciation for bags. I believe the handbag to be an iconic symbol of independence and individuality for the woman. Of course you and I can go on about the actual history of it; how it was only men who carried variations of bags, then developed into a perfectly-coordinated-with-the-outfit accessory, then became un-matching in the early 1920s, etc. I shall leave dearest Wikipedia to explain that. My personal interpretation of the handbag&#8217;s&hellip;","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/lacouturiernyc.files.wordpress.com\/2009\/05\/giovanna-battaglia-roger-vivier-custom.jpg"}