A night out a couple weeks ago quickly turned into a night out, meaning that 3 a.m. rolled around and I was dancing. Hard. Despite the rather expert DJ situation happening and the fact that all involved had reached and passed the point where we cared about being absolutely disgustingly sweaty, there was one problem: my damn clutch. The thing wasn’t terribly large, but it was hampering my mad moves nonetheless. That was the night I resolved to end my handbag embargo and invest in a compact, cross-body bag. I went with the one above, but my research yielded a handful of similarly worthy candidates. [$278, Marc by Marc Jacobs, Saks Fifth Avenue]
