Weekends when the husband takes over dog duty for a few hours? To the grocery. To the dry cleaners. To the post office. Very proud.
It is a giant grey purse. I ordered it online (gasp, you say). When it came in the mail and I opened it, I was like, Hmmmmm. Wow. This is very large.
But I liked it so much I cut off the tag, emptied the gallons of tissue paper out of it, and hung it in a very visible spot in the closet.
I am not used to carrying a large bag, but once I decided to try it for a day, I loved it. It looks so awesome that I immediately felt comfortable with it.
I also subscribe to the notion that tiny women look great with tiny purses and maybe I, not being tiny, should have a more substantial purse. An adult lady purse. Not that my other purses aren't adult. It's just that not too long ago, I went neck deep into the cross body phenomenon, and that was unwise. Ladies with 36Ds should not wear the cross body purse. The twins have a wonderful life of their own and they do not need a big weighty ole tourniquet strap separating 'em. If I'm not going to look like I do crack (Happy Wife's ideal body type!), then enjoying the one bonus from not being rail thin is a necessary pleasure. Ta-da tatas!
Da da dada!
That was the trumpet "here comes the king and queen" solo in case that wasn't clear.
Anyway, I also wanted a bag that would let me take a book to the doctor's office and would allow me and the hubby to sneak in a couple boxes of candy at the movie theater. Stuff like that.
Last week I discovered something on the back of the purse.
Well, hell. Do you see it?
An entire zippered compartment!
Hi there, Pocket!
Genius that I am, I still did not open zippered compartment until this morning. I mean, my excuse is that I am still getting used to the normal compartments. I do not have much stuff to put in said gigantic purse in the first place.
Today, I grabbed my purse because some more online stress shopping took hold. I admired it for a while.
Gee, I love this purse, I said to myself.
Then I unzipped the zippered compartment for the first time. Of course.
There was a little tissue paper in there.
* All tissue pictured is from the ONE
little zippered compartment in the back.
Hermes and Isley are incredulous.
Or they are just impressed by how much of a moron I can be.
Also, is it me, or does Isley look like
The Most Interesting Cat In The World
in this photo of him and the purse?
I don't always play with tissue paper,
but when I do, I make sure it's from a purse
that meets my level of style and sophistication.
I wonder what other dumb things I am doing right now
(and when I will catch onto them).
Also, yes, I am aware that obviously,
from the quality of that there video,
I should dedicate my life to film.
*Juts out chin, holds nose in the air,
walks off to order a beret*
