Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Purse of the month club
I’ve never had a shoe fetish. I don’t care much for jewelry. I prefer T.J. Maxx to Niemen Marcus, but when it comes to purses...expensive, cheap, big or small, I love them all.
My husband said I should join the purse of the month club, and he is probably right. I don’t know the psychology behind it, but I am always searching for the perfect one - right color, right size, right strap, pockets in the right place, zip up, not too heavy, easy to organize and, above all, stylish. See my dilemma.
I realized I had a problem today when I found the perfect Vera Bradley bag. It’s a brand-new style and made for freelance writers/moms who carry notebooks, water bottles and everything else her kids hand her to hold. It’s appropriately named the mailbag and has a cute little strap that slings over the shoulder. Ladies, I know you are with me.
I tried it on for size, opened it and fell in love. My heart ached for it, but I had two stumbling blocks. One was my son had looked at the price tag. Not only had he looked at it, he had blurted out, “$72! Who would pay $72?”
“Boys aren’t supposed to know how much their mamas’ purses cost,” I said, sternly.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because they tell their daddies!”
And, believe me, he would, immediately, with gusto, and he would also add that I told him not to. Don’t ask how I know this. Just trust me on it.
My other problem is my husband has begun to notice my purses. For years, life went merrily along with me happily sporting new purses as I pleased. Then, suddenly, something happened. Perhaps it was the bright pink one that got his attention, but my husband began to notice. And it’s been that way all year. He noticed the yellow one, the white one, the Vera Bradley that was too small, the Liz Claiborne, the maroon one and the black, and he even noticed those two were the exact same styles. And, I don't mean noticed in a good way.
It was when I was standing in front of the purse today and seriously thinking about sneaking it into the house that I realized I’d better quit cold turkey. At least until the season changes.