On the Paris Metro I spotted a terrifyingly chic lady sporting a knife-sharp suit accessorized with a slouchy sort of handbag, which clearly had a designer price tag as wary as her immaculately maquillaged glare. The soft contours of the tweedy bag were topped with a generously deep cuff of ribbed cashmere knit. My frugal creative screak went into overdrive as I mentally started cutting up thrift-shop jumpers and coats to, make an equally delicious version at a fraction of the price.
