While out to dinner Friday night, a waiter knocked over two drinks at a nearby table and they landed right on next to my purse.

My handbag then:

And now:

(And, just for fun, when I got it.)

The manager said they would pay for a cleaning bill, but I don't think that stain is going to come out. I'm going to take it to a good leather place in my neighborhood that's been written up in New York magazine, so we'll see.