A new purse is a big thing for me. You see, I've been using an Eddie Bauer black microfiber diaper bag for the past 3 years not because I have children, but it was the best tote I could find with lots of pockets and organizational space. It's a workhorse. It's a lifesaver. It's my home away from home. It's causing curvature of the spine. So since Christmas, I've been looking. Online, in stores, accosting women on the street. I felt like Goldilocks testing porridge.
Today I was in a 'big box' store (what we here in Vermit like to call those mammoth national retail chains that are ruining the pristine beauty of our state but where almost everyone in the state can be found shopping on any given day) and there she was. Sure there were pretty pretty pink ones, gorgeous green ones, beautiful blue ones; but I'm a simple girl and gravitated to the black streamlined hobo.
Now I'm purging the old nag workhorse and putting her out to pasture. And purge I must because the new beauty is smaller. So I chant "Simplify simplify simplify" - is it really crucial to keep the Siblings' kitten pictures in my purse? And the dozen gorgeous gel pens in antique colors? And the the cold lozenge from 1999? At the risk of losing "Let's Make a Deal" because I didn't have 3 cent stamps at my immediate disposal, out it all goes.
To reward myself, I bought the cute little tweedy cosmetic case. So I guess a purse can be a reflection of its owner - this one says, "utilitarian on the outside, girly on the inside."