leather, canvas, pleather, satin, suede, vinyl, wool....not underwear
zippers, snaps, drawstring, buckles, magnetic....not jacket closures
quilted, embossed, embroidered, stamped, shiny, matte....not shoes
black, brown, red, green, blue, yellow, white, multi colored....not nail polish
purses, satchels, handbags....topic of discussion today.
the obsession with handbags is baffling to me. they can cost thousands of dollars or just a few dollars. they are big, small and every size in between. some women match them to their outfit creating an ensemble of perfection to nth degree. other women schlep the same bag everyday not caring if it matches. but they all have the same function..a vehicle to carry stuff.
i swapped handbags the other day. this may not seem monumental or blog worthy, but it reminded me of some funny stories of a particular handbag. i typically carry a handbag that could qualify for checked luggage. being the mother of two means that i get handed lots of random things to "hold", which really means i put the things in my bag only to get swallowed up in the abyss of crap.
i used to have a red leather bag with a satin leopard lining. i loved this handbag. she had simple lines, was the perfect size and best of all it was a gift. my very first day taking her out for a spin catastrophe struck. i met my neighbor for coffee after dropping kids off at school. i set red on the ground next to my chair. my friend and i are both "hand talkers", no we are not sign language experts, but we both use our hands to help describe our comments. as our expressive conversation ensued a sweep of my friends hand launched a coffee cup across the table landing inside of red. red proved to be a superior bag not leaking a drop of coffee anywhere.
a couple of years later red proved her worth again but met her match. the mammas and i were on an adventure, we went to see grease when it came to seattle. this was an opportunity for a night out, to get all gussied up, eat a meal together that none of us had to prepare and see a show. this is equivalent to foreplay for a mom. i wore a black and white polka dot dress and red heels. a last minute decision to throw my summer bag into red (to match my outfit better) was a life saver and a life killer all in one.
a little back story so the rest of the story makes sense. being a mom means that you live with walking petri dishes. at any given moment your immune system can fail striking you with the plague. well one of our mommies had had the flu claiming it's victims throughout her home, but so far she had been fine.
back to red's demise. we have dinner and have watched the show. during the encore, the mommy mentioned above slumps over in her seat. after a little coaxing we get her to sit up and realize that she is going to throw up. shreddie frantically starts emptying her bag. without thinking i pull my summer bag out of red and pass her down the aisle. just as she found her destination she was filled with a regurgitated fish dinner. we made our way out of the hall and red found her final resting place in a random garbage can in downtown seattle. red was a good bag.
i used to have a red leather bag with a satin leopard lining. i loved this handbag. she had simple lines, was the perfect size and best of all it was a gift. my very first day taking her out for a spin catastrophe struck. i met my neighbor for coffee after dropping kids off at school. i set red on the ground next to my chair. my friend and i are both "hand talkers", no we are not sign language experts, but we both use our hands to help describe our comments. as our expressive conversation ensued a sweep of my friends hand launched a coffee cup across the table landing inside of red. red proved to be a superior bag not leaking a drop of coffee anywhere.
a couple of years later red proved her worth again but met her match. the mammas and i were on an adventure, we went to see grease when it came to seattle. this was an opportunity for a night out, to get all gussied up, eat a meal together that none of us had to prepare and see a show. this is equivalent to foreplay for a mom. i wore a black and white polka dot dress and red heels. a last minute decision to throw my summer bag into red (to match my outfit better) was a life saver and a life killer all in one.
a little back story so the rest of the story makes sense. being a mom means that you live with walking petri dishes. at any given moment your immune system can fail striking you with the plague. well one of our mommies had had the flu claiming it's victims throughout her home, but so far she had been fine.
back to red's demise. we have dinner and have watched the show. during the encore, the mommy mentioned above slumps over in her seat. after a little coaxing we get her to sit up and realize that she is going to throw up. shreddie frantically starts emptying her bag. without thinking i pull my summer bag out of red and pass her down the aisle. just as she found her destination she was filled with a regurgitated fish dinner. we made our way out of the hall and red found her final resting place in a random garbage can in downtown seattle. red was a good bag.
i am not a handbag whore, i only have a couple and they aren't top quality. i'm not concerned about carrying the best brand because i use and abuse my bags. i toss them across the seat in my car, set them on the ground in the bathroom (if there is no hook) on the floor of a restaurant, under my desk at work and at school, and shove them full of everything and anything except for the kitchen sink.
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