I have fairly well-defined opinions about things. Some would say I'm picky. This is a great trait in many ways. I never willingly spend money on anything I'm not in love with, which means expenditures for shoes, jackets, or purses rarely cut into my pocketbook. (I see all sorts of things I am in love with at places like REI, though, so this savings plan only goes so far. Some might say my picky-ness also hurts my dating life, but I'm quite certain most of my family would disagree and say I could be pickier!)
In any case, I have been in the market for a new purse for some time. While in Lubbock I carried around a leather computer bag/briefcase thing (that I loved, naturally). I could do this as a professional usually on my way to or from work. However, currently I am just a bum, and my professional bag doesn't really work for taking jaunts to the grocery store or meeting friends for a casual dinner. Consequently, I've been carrying around a worn-out Texas Tech drawstring gym pack for the past week or so. It's not cute at all. I have had in mind getting a squarish messenger-style pouch, but I haven't seen anything I have loved that is still within my price range.
Sometimes what we think we will love isn't our true love, though. Tonight I found the perfect purse, the one I love dearly. I found it squished in the back of a sale table at JCPenney. It doesn't look at all as I would have expected it to look. It is super dark brown (almost black) leather with white contrasting stitching and sort of big buckles on one side. It is lined with some sort of wild animal looking print. And it's perfect! I would take a picture, but I don't know where my camera is at the moment and don't feel like looking for it.
In any case, the morals of my little story are these: Don't give up on finding the perfect purse. Don't settle for less. And remember that the perfect purse might not be quite as you imagined it to be!
4 comments:
Thank you, oh Sage, for you wisdom. *bowing in humility*
Hey, congrats on the shopping success! I have to admit, I am more of a wallet person. If it doesn't fit into my pocket, I don't want to carry it. Maybe this is just me rebelling against years of carrying a diaper bag full of diapers, wipes, toys, changes of clothes, etc. I no longer aspire to be prepared for absolutely anything. I aspire to not have to carry anything more than my driver's license, one credit card, and car keys. But I know I'm the exception to the rule.
Anyhow, enjoy your new purse! Wish I could go shopping with you sometime...
Could this all be a eumphamism . . .?
Glad you are headed back east, Melanie! There is another baby boy in our lives you need to meet.
Wise, on so many levels. . . . (How many levels are there? I join in Alexandra's comment.)
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