It looks like not relying on a handbag is going to take some getting used to. Inspired by Emmanuelle Alt’s chic handbaglessness, I gave it a shot last weekend when Kate and I went to the Cat Power show. I wore my black skinny jeans, the Bob Dylan t-shirt I got by mail in 1992 for joining his fan club (all-time favorite item of clothing) and an Urban Renewal blazer I’d scored earlier that day. I’ve been uncharacteristically low key with jewelry lately and wore only my big blue Tre ring from Kirna Zabete. I was feeling smugly low-maintenance and carefree when I headed for the door and grabbed my new Hobo credit card/cell phone holder/keychain — supposedly the savior to my new, handbagless way of life. I had ignored my own advice about pockets being essential because I so wanted to wear my new blazer despite it’s lack of storage. In my mind, hanging the cards and keys from a belt loop (it has a handy hook) seemed like a perfectly good and practical option — until I actually did it and saw Schneider from One Day at a Time in the mirror. So I ran upstairs and tried to find a suitable pocketed jacket replacement, but I was too in love with my spanking new converted Sears Roebuck cropped, puffy-sleeved one. So I ran out the door, now late, with the Hobo contraption in hand. This resulted in Kate carrying it in her apparently necessary handbag all evening. Halfway through the show, when it was nice and dark, I attached it to my belt loop and was at peace for a moment with my similitude with Mr. Schneider. Rest assured it went back in Kate’s bag before the lights came up. I’m not sure how I’ll manage tomorrow, my first day navigating New York Fashion Week, without Kate or anyone else to carry my crap. But I have a college degree and a dozen years of tech and science writing under my belt. Reliance on a handbag will not break me.