And it's because you're such a dear that I bought two of these bags lately. One for me, as I suffer from bag-buying compulsion, but I doubled back to the display stand, thinking you'd like one too. It's made of canvas, lined, with a magnetic clasp and a small zipped pocket inside, the perfect size for carrying your Prada sunglasses and the proofs of your soon to be published book to the beach while your security staff lumber along behind with deck-chairs and battery-powered refrigerators.
If you have the slightest passing interest in it, or merely want to show your support by not rejecting my bag with hasty disinterest even though you intend to accessorise only with bold lemon and aqua this summer, just leave a comment to enter the giveaway. Please don't become a follower unless you want to, or tweet about it or mention it to your famous friend so that she can talk about it on daytime TV. It's only a small gesture. One day I'll do more, perhaps name my signature perfume after you unless a last-minute headlong narcissism makes me name it after myself.