What’s in your wallet? Or bag? Or clutch? My little stash of must-haves lost its home recently, so I’m going to lay it all out for you here in a second.
This was my main squeeze this winter but the other day when I was out, the zipper broke! (sniff) I didn’t need to carry a bag this large for my humble assortment of sundries, but I only have bags in two sizes: excessive and restrictive. I haven’t found that literal happy medium yet. Anyway, here’s my little heap of grown-up security blanket:
The Band-Aid and hair clip are not purse regulars; they just happened to be in the mix when I emptied my bag. But I am growing out my hair and I did have a nasty knife wound from careless bread-cutting…. Let’s not dwell there, shall we?
So here’s the poor, broken purse, gaping open as if to showcase its leopard lining one last time:
Oh, how I will miss your perfectly-planned pockets: one for my phone, one for Bics and bobby pins, one exactly the right size for a book or planner, one with a zipper for those things no one needs to see when I reach for my wallet. You were a good purse, always by my side. I will remember your good looks but more importantly, your steadfast service. May you meet someone with excellent repair skills.