You girls will understand this. You know how it is. There you are, digging in your handbag, unable to find the thing you want. It's in there (you know it is), but you just.can't.wrap your fingers around it.
For me, it was the Chapstick. That's all I wanted, rummaging there in my purse. Oh, that purse...
"I need a new one," I'd said to The Mister months ago as he dropped me off at the department store. "I'm determined to find just the right one." I think he sighed, feeling helpless in the face of my handbag issues. And he wheeled away to park somewhere and Google something manly (like national news or basketball scores) on his smart phone while I plowed through purses.
I thought I'd found it. Looking, comparing, judging colors, sizes...to strap or not to strap, loaded questions all, then finally settling on a black one. Which, as I learned later, would complicate my life.
Now, standing there in the dark, scrabbling around for that goofy tube in a bag that was clearly too small, this is what the poor Mister heard from the bowels of the closet: "I'm ready to throw this thing in the English Channel!"
From the bathroom sink came a chortle, which he quickly smothered, and then this in a smooth, bass voice, "Lord, help her find the perfect purse!" I hadn't thought it possible to pray in a "roll-of-the-eyes" tone, but by cracky, if he didn't nail it.
I laughed (what else?), finally emerging, triumphant, green tube clutched in my hot little hand. "So you're not planning to go over there and drop it in after all?" he queried, peering at me with those blue eyes.
"I'm waiting 'til spring," I said, shooting him a look. "Then I'm getting a new one...something bigger." He sighed, looking pale, and headed for his favorite spot on the couch to Google the latest polls on his phone.
Yup. I'm going to gut it out with my black, too-small handbag until spring. Once the crocuses start showing up, though, all bets are off, and Mama's going out. In last summer's darling pewter flip-flops, of course.
All I want is the perfect purse, one that will let me find the Chapstick and get to my phone. That, and it'll save me a trip to the English Channel with the old one.
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9 comments:
I know EXACTLY what you mean. The purse must be perfect, have all the right pockets (or not) and the strap must be just so...Was thinking this very thing while digging for my chapstick the other day. And then for the nail file. And then for a granola bar.
On one of my last purse hunts, my sweet hubby turned to me and asked, "What ARE you looking for?" Poor guy. They just don't get it, do they? You know it when you see it. Well usually, anyway. I'm needing a new one too. As soon as I see a crocus pop up I'll meet you at the mall, okay?
I wish we could test them out for a week or so to decide if it's really what we want. It never fails, there is always something that isn't quite right. I've been known to let my daughter buy the new bags, and then when she's tired of them, I use them. She wants the exact right purse, PLUS the perfect pair of simple black shoes!
Loved the Mister's prayer, hehehe.
I just might join you in shopping this Spring!
Smiling,
Barb
Oh, yes. It has to be just so, with pockets for my keys and a zippered compartment for my wallet, but not too big or it will hurt my shoulder. Sigh. Shall we start a Purse-a-holics Anonymous Club?
Hello. My name is Jeanette. I am addicted to finding the right purse if it makes me crazy. Oh, wait, too late.
Oh, I love Barb's idea. A trial run. A test drive. Or a purse lending library.
I found the perfect purse (I have 4 of them!) & they would go quite well with those flip flops! I get them from Janet Bradburn, sewcutepurses.com. She uses recycled jeans for the inside & it accommodates everything I have in it's own place, including my IPad. Sorry I'm not computer savvy enough to give you a direct link but it will be worth your effort. You can even choose your own fabric for the outside & mail it to her at Rolling Prairie. Oh, did I mention they are reversible?!!!!
"I hadn't thought it possible to pray in a 'roll-of-the-eyes' tone, but by cracky, if he didn't nail it." Good Rhonda, good! I sure enjoy your writing style.
Yes, purses can sure cause headaches. My husband, right about now, would say, "Purses are like men--You can't live with 'em and you can't live without 'em."
Men might act mystified by women's purses, and look down their noses at our purses, but they do appreciate them--though they don't want us to recognize it. When my son was a teenager, he always asked me to carry his wallet and tickets and sunglasses and keys in my purse. And my husband does the same thing. Go figure!
Linda
Have you heard or seen any of Thirty-ones products? It's a Christian based company (you can find them on the web) that has all kinds of bags, cuuutttee bags, lovely new spring colors. I had a party and made out like a bandit with some freebies and 1/2 price items. The Mr. cannot understand the need for bags, but I tell him they're "my tools". Happy purse shopping, Holly
Hi Rhonda -
Oh, you nailed it! No matter what size I get or how many organizing compartments it has, I STILL have trouble finding what I want.
My friend uses colorful accessories (wallets/keychains, etc.), hoping they'll stand out from the color of her purse. That may be my next strategy.
Blessings,
Susan :)
You girls.are.great!! See, you make me feel absolutely validated and understood. Barb, if I were president, I'd mandate a 30-day trial period on all "new purse" purchases. I really would. That's AFTER I institute National Pajama Day.
I'd be a great president after raisin' all them boys. Just sayin'. :)
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