"Where's your purse?", I asked her,
"I don't have one", she replied, "Oooh, look - a fiver!", she brandished a crumpled note in my direction and started to cram her belongings back into her bag.
"Right, then", I said, "I'll make you one tonight."
So I did, and here it is:
It's a very small purse, but this was intentional, as it was one of her few criteria for an ideal purse - small, vegetarian, but that would hold her cards and cash. And I only had a limited choice of fabric, since most of my stash is in storage while the house is (not) selling - but I think it worked out ok.
I will wrap it up prettily in a piece of pink tissue and some cherful, floral wrapping paper this evening, ready to give it to her next time I see her. I hope she likes it.