This is the little-black-dress matching hand-bag, suitable for frou-frou banquet dinners at the Pan Pacific Hotel's Crystal Pavilion:
And, not matching my funky Value Village skirt, is this:
My knitting bag. Containing knitting. Which I didn't pull out at dinner, given that we shared our table with the head of a big PR firm, a long-time City Councillor, a Senator, and the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of BC and his very charming wife. (!!!!!!!!!!!!) Rather an odd mix, really, with the pack of us there, too, but it was fun. The food was good. (The lemon tart was marvellous.) The evening was celebratory and moving and well worth wearing tights for.
Dad was also carrying his little black evening bag:
"Normal" we ain't, but there aren't too many dull moments!