When I was in college in the Mesozoic 80’s Era, not one day would pass when my Pappagallo Bermuda Bag wasn’t tucked in the wicker basket of my blue Schwinn bike. I had many covers but the monogrammed navy with kelly green piping, hot pink and white eyelet were my favorites. When I began working in the corporate world my Dior bag would accompany my Hartmann satchel. I still remember the long fond look I gave the worn wood handled… [Read More]