Just wrong for me on so many levels...

(Hope Blog readers, please pardon a lighter subject matter today.)

Buying a purse is a very individual thing for women. What one may find workable and attractive, another would never carry. Your purse can say a lot about you and where you are in your life.

I have had babies and children since 1987. Never did I have much time (or money) to worry about a wardrobe of handbags. Some women have dozens of purses to suit whatever they’re wearing. The rest of us don’t live that way. My collection has usually been very basic. One basic black leather, one basic brown leather and one clutch that would work for dress occasions. I learned if you buy as good quality as you can afford, the leather bags last for years.

The clutch thing makes me laugh. Back in 1998, I got invited to go to the CPAC conference in Chicago. I really did not want to go, but decided to make a weekend of it. There was a closing dinner preceded by an hors d’oeuvre reception, so I packed an appropriate (hopefully) outfit.

In Chicago I realized I only had my big brown mom purse with me. Duh. In the Omni hotel gift shop, I saw a very pretty gold colored clutch that wasn’t as expensive as I thought it would be. Rather then disgrace myself with my graham cracker crumb-filled brown monstrosity, I bought it, feeling smug that I had saved the day.

At the reception, the elegantly clad wife of a prominent civil liberties attorney sat down next to me on a window seat overlooking Michigan Avenue. I was attempting to look relaxed and casual, as if I did this kind of thing all the time. To my silent hilarity, she set her purse down next to me. It was a big brown monstrosity, just like the one I’d left in my hotel room!  I never did find reason to use that gold clutch again. Mary used it to play dress up.

After years of carrying my life on my shoulder, and after years of back pain, I decided to do something radical a couple of weeks ago. I downsized. I got myself one of the neat little Baggallini zipper bags like the one my sister-in-law had the last time I saw her. Everything in one, neat, tidy little bag. No more carrying $10 worth of change in the bottom of my purse (Tom has laughed at that for years), no more carrying a make-up bag with me as if I have ever needed to make-up anywhere but home, no more carrying of small toys, crackers, books, sippy cups, and the like. I am taking a stand for traveling light. If it doesn’t fit in my tidy zipper bag, I don’t need it.

(I asked myself why I was carrying the immunization card from my 24-year-old son in my wallet as well as the library card from Greenville, South Carolina’s library system when we’ve been living back in Wisconsin for 6 years.)

Emmy stuff will have to go in her sleek, small black bag, also downsized from the big pink thing I used to use. We’re traveling light. My shoulder is already thanking me! My Baggallini bag may not be stylish or fashionable, but who cares? I am light on my feet, and that feels very good!