Sorry Gents – go ahead and clock out on this one.
Ladies. Let’s talk purses. I am not the girliest of girls. Actually, I would classify myself in the lower 50th percentile on the girliness ranking scale. You know what I mean. I like clothes ok, but if I CAN wear cargo capris or running pants, let’s face it – I’m going to.
I like shoes, and absolutely love my taupe patent pumps with wooden heels. I am usually wearing flip flops.
Make up is all well and good. But not in the summer because its hot and I like to be outside and it gets all runny and stuff.
I wear skirts, but mostly because they are cooler (temperature) than pants.
I’d rather go hiking than shopping, and sometimes (usually) I go a year between haircuts.
But, all in all, I would say I appreciate being female, but don’t put a lot of time or energy into it. So, bottom 50th percentile most likely.
But. BUT! I do love a good bag. Whether it’s a BAG bag or a purse, I’m always looking for that ‘just right’ bag. I’ve made some bags (making bags is a gateway-craft into quilting, which is an obsessive and expensive hobby. More on that later. You’ve been warned), and I am sitting on some fabric to make more bags.
Last year, I bought a purse and solved my whole existential crisis. Ok – more on that later too. Long story somewhat shorter – I was in the midst of an existential crisis. ‘What do I do with my life? What do I want to be when I grow up? How do I take my developed interests and put them to use?’ Much wailing and gnashing of teeth.
At that time, I was also in the market for a new purse because my old purse was looking a little worse for wear. It was really more of a bag anyways. And I still use it for a bag. If you don’t understand the distinction, just play along, its all good – no judgment.
So, I had found a truly awesome bag/purse (it was sort of both) on a discount website and I loved it. It was a little more than I had planned on spending – but it was already half off of what it HAD been. I am a sucker for a good bargain. Being me, I had to fret and debate and worry and consider – going back and forth and forth and back over whether I should purchase this bag-purse.
Then my husband (who had been through all the wailing/gnashing of teeth AND all the fretting and debating) said this: ‘If you like it, just buy it. You’ve been looking for one you like for a while.’
SERIOUSLY??? You use that kind of logic when I’m being a crazy person?? Ok, fine. I’ll show you MR. RATIONAL. And I clicked ‘Buy.’
And everything fell into place. I mean everything. It felt like when you play tetris and you are an inch from losing and then you get these three pieces in a row and suddenly you’ve cleared your screen. The next day I announced to my husband that I had figured out my existential crisis.
Buying the right bag-purse can do that for you.
Fast forward a year. I love my bag-purse, and it is still awesome, and when it arrived I found the lining is ORANGE, which is my most favorite color. A sign. Anyways. I love it, but after a year it becomes clear that it is a bag and not a purse. I assume it was also going through an existential crisis, and that is how we found one another. On the bright side, I am currently in need of a really spiffy bag, so since we had an internal opening, I offered the position to the bag-purse, who cheerfully accepted.
This left a power-vacuum in ‘purse’ position. I had been looking for a little while. I knew what I wanted and didn’t want, and I was feeling pretty cheap on this round, so I didn’t want to spend much. I found one that ‘would work’ but was clearly a place filler until the right bag came along. I did not purchase it (I rarely purchase anything on the first pass, because I prefer to drive myself half-crazy with ‘what ifs’ before I commit to even relatively small purchases). Last weekend, because I really did need a purse, I decided to go back and get the ‘good enough’ purse.
What was hanging right behind it, you ask? THE PURSE. The one. The one that had everything I wanted and nothing I didn’t. It was the right shape, it was the right color, it had details that corresponded with my personal preferences. It had the right size and number of pockets. IT WAS GLORIOUS. IT WAS ON SALE. *sigh* I am listening dear Universe. I am listening.
So, with my lovely new purse, and my lovely old/new bag, more pieces just fall into place. Like that one long piece in tetris. You know, the one with four blocks all in a row. You know – the one you need for ever because you have a trench that’s like 12 blocks deep and you’ve been waiting and waiting and then you get it.
Well, I get it.