It's beautiful, and vintage, the interior lining dates it at LEAST 30 years if not more, and it's definitely a beautiful sight to behold. So, the other night, when I was working an Oscar Night viewing party for a friend, and needed a glitzy glamorous bag to go with my red carpet outfit, I ran and thought of this bag last minute. I threw in my lipstick, mascara, some cash and my ID, and was out the door. I opened and closed the bag all night and although I saw a small piece of paper, I thought it was just the inside of the lining, something common with bags from that date. It was yellowed just enough so that it matched the lining perfectly.
Flash forward to today. My little glamorous mini bag is inside my real purse (Who doesn't put a bag inside of a bag every now and again, girls?) - and Brian and I are crossing the Crescent City Connection, returning from an estate we had worked on all day. The connection is a toll bridge, and I needed a dollar. Going through my real purse and finding nothing smaller than a $20, I open the clutch to see what's inside, dig my fingers deep inside the pockets looking for change, and find that little scrap of paper, which I now realize has writing on it. Voila! I thought maybe it would be a receipt or something, never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined it would be a marriage proposal.
Dated 3-3-1974, this love letter reads "I, S.E. Nelson, love you, Nancy Wilhutt. I promise to marry you. Okay, lover?" It then has two other names written, H. G Sanders, and M. L . Migliore, although I"m not sure of their meaning. A friend suggested that they may have been witnesses and the drawing underneath the LA could be perceived as a seal making it "official." Either way it's one of the sweetest things I've ever read, and I wasn't even looking for it.