This past winter we carried Whiting & Davis bags in the store, and online. I unearthed my grandmother's Whiting & Davis bag in my closet at my mother's house, in the original box. Unwrapping the tissue paper I had a gorgeous synchronicity and a cross-cosmos moment with my grandmother, née Gilda May Tandy , the Brooklyn girl with a name that makes me think magnolias and sweet tea. Sweet she.
