Purses

You know, most young girls, growing up, want all the girlie things. They want the fingernail polish, the hair, the makeup, and their purses. The toy companies make, package, throw on a popular cartoon character, then advertize it to the young girl.

Not me though. Growing up in the country I felt right at home with a hand-me-down flannel shirt, and a fishing rod. When I became a young adult I still didn’t care for any of it. The way I saw it, makeup and stylish hair was time consuming , and even painting your nails took more talent and effort then it was worth. Purses were not any better. In high school you already had to lug around a book bag full of crap, why add to the misery. If I couldn’t fit it into my pockets I left it behind. Then I got older. As you get older, you start to accumulate more stuff that you can no longer leave behind. You start driving you get keys, move out of parents house, more keys. Driver’s license, countless ID cards for all occasions. You get a job, keep part of your money, the rest in a bank, some money…… more cards. Then you have to keep track of this crap so you get a wallet. Before you know it you are spending less time at home, so you start packing all the things you need to get you through the day. Pens, small note books, calendar, hand sanitizer, crap, crap and more crap. Now for a while, I still got away from carrying a purse, I had my future husband to fill his pockets to the brim with all my crap. That too was a pain all in its own, yeah I didn’t have to carry a purse, but I had his constant complaining. Then if something got miss placed or fell out I put the blame on him. Finally it got to the point I could no longer avoid it. I got a purse, not a giant hobo bag. Just a small cute purse that seemed harmless. That was the start of it all. Now that I had something to keep a constant eye on and lug with me everywhere I went I quickly filled up the small empty space it had with more crap. Before I knew it my cute little purse was over flowing. So I upgraded and got a woman’s purse. Now that purse too is overflowing with, you guessed it, more meaningless crap that on some level of subconscious I have the need to take everywhere with me. My conclusion to this should soon be arriving in the mail. It is a small messenger bag (not the full-sized laptop, book packing kind, just a smaller version).

I’m hoping that I have reached the age where there is no longer anymore crap that I need to accumulate and that the messenger bag will be the right size for me not to feel like I’m carrying a bag with a watermelon in it. What on earth could I possibly find to accumulate now? Surely I have all my issues covered. I’ve come to the conclusion that if by some dreadful out come I find more crap to carry, and my bag is no longer big enough, I’m completely skipping the hobo and XXXL quilted bags and going straight to an army issued duffel bag. With one of those I could fit half a house, if not at lest a large human body in it.

Now that is a BAG!