A Purse Story

Okay, girls, you can relate to this.

A purse is an interesting thing. It's almost like choosing a guy.

You pick a purse based upon lots of things. Does it match what you wear? Is it modern, casual, dressy? Does it have that inside pocket for your phone? Does it have an outside pocket for your keys? Does it have a shoulder strap long enough to hold on your shoulder, or will you be destined to waste your time and be uncomfortable holding the damn thing in one hand, not without building your biceps?

You get in line to buy the purse, and you get excited. It's like looking forward to that first date. You're nervous. Are you doing the right thing? Don't you already have one similar to this at home? No, that's in a camel brown. This one is a deeper, richer color. And remember? You spilled perfume in the other one, and it has that little blue pen mark in the bottom corner.

The first day you use the purse is exciting.

Does it stand up on its own with all of your crap in it? Better yet - does it FIT all of your crap without causing your foundation compact to get lost between the Petsmart membership card and the sheet of emergency Sudafed?

Do you get compliments? Does anyone notice?

You get home, and put it proudly down on the kitchen counter. It stands up straight, and doesn't fall over. You're happy you've created that balance.

Sure, the $170 you dropped on it at the Outlet causes you not to have any money to put IN the purse, but then again, you are reminded of that famous Carrie Bradshaw quote:
"I like my money where I can see it: In my closet."