Cleo Handley = style icon?

I have recently returned from un piccolo giro to Grandbury, Texas - where most unwanted horses, weird old uncles, and pieces of turquoise jewelry go to die. Surprisingly, I found a style treasure amidst my Nana's closet and I begged for her to let me have it (I must note I literally had to BEG for the piece, which is strange because it is almost impossible to tell my Nana you like anything without her trying to thrust it on your finger (this typically applies to rings)).
Anyways, I found an old Dooney&Bourke, black and brown (it actually works here Ferg), leather, bowler bag. It's divine.
Officially, it is my favorite piece of my wardrobe. And BONUS: it was owned by my great-grandmother (Mrs. Cleo Handley herself!) and actually had some of her old credit cards in the front pouch when I opened it up - che carino!