The lovely Ambika directed my attention to this gorgeous tweed clutch a couple days ago. While it's not totally my style, I'm seriously considering purchasing it because it is called "The Winona."
My name is relatively rare, so I don't see too many pieces of clothing named Winona. I used to pout over this quite often, especially in my Delias catalog-loving days, because their dress page reads like a suburban girls' school roll call, and my name was never included. In retrospect, my name scarcity was probably a good thing, as I would have excitedly bought anything and everything labeled "Winona," whether a toggle coat or a new strain of heroin.
So here's a question for you: Have you ever bought something--a "Christina" coat, "Lyndsey" flats, etc.--just because it shared your name? Or are you way more mature than I am?