I'm having purse problems.
My bags are either too big or too small.
Too much structure, or not enough.
Too casual for work; too serious for My Other Life.
Not in season - I have to wait until spring.
This vexes me. I'm very vexed.**
They fall off my shoulder in the winter-of-bulky-coats and dangle like a knotted-up tether ball.
The slouches pool on the floor in my office and I run over them.
The stiff soldiers topple over in my front passenger seat and deposit their contents between the seat and the door and under the seat, never to be retrieved.
The little guys don't accommodate my current wallet + sunglasses.
The big guys look like Pamela Anderson's chest after the implants are removed. I don't have enough big stuff to stuff in there. I don't carry my make-up drawer around with me in my purse. (see above for the lone lipstick that is lost under the passenger-side seat). My wallet isn't bulging with the kids' last report cards and coupons for the nearest waterpark.
I'm a purse and wallet minimalist. Just the bare essentials. If I had the guts to dress like Fran Lebowitz, problem solved. Man-up.
I'm waiting to break out the baby-blue perfect-size bag.
Spring will have sprung and I won't be pissed anymore.
* Twitterized for the hip ones
** Big points for knowing this worst of the worst quote from a movie
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Did you just quote Gladiator at me?
ReplyDeleteWould you like me to make you a bag? It has been on my list of things to do?
Yes!! That vexing dialogue is Gladiator. Ding, ding, we have a winner! I'm buying your ticket to next Wed's night on the town. And, yes, please, I need a KC Belle original bag!
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