Dec
27
2010Bag Lady
There was a time, back when I started doing this girl thing, when I would forget my purse everywhere.
I simply never had to keep track of a bag before; everything I needed was always in my pockets.
It would also be the thing I’d forget all about when I was getting ready to go out… and only when I’d realize there was no place to put my wallet, would I remember that I had to take a purse along.
Interesting then, that today, walking through the park without a purse, I kept feeling like something was missing. I knew I’d purposely left it in the car for this 20 minute errand, but I just didn’t feel right walking without a purse… and I probably won’t do it again…
Amazing the ground we cover without even realizing it.
Cyrsti
Janie, another really simple account of a daily activity that crosses gender lines dramatically!
I have had the opposite experience in that (knock on wood) I’ve nearly always kept track of my purse.
Over time I can’t believe the number of genetic girls that lose theirs.
It’s so true if I don’t have a purse for whatever reason..I don’t feel complete!
Angel
I’m another one who feels weird without her purse.
Andrea
Oooo Janie, you’re just soooooo cute! First of all, I just love that pic of you…your smile is just the yummiest and most endearing ever!
I used to have a small Jordache purse when I was in 6th grade and would forget it everywhere…I finally lost it for good in a movie theater and mourned the loss of it for at least a month, as it was tourquoise velvet, had a lucky rabbit’s foot hanging from it and I fancied it more than anything in the world at the time…well, other than boys. It has taken me probably 30 or more years to never lose my purse/remember it consistently…But, with enough “purse”everence, I finally got it down pat. Now it is something that is almost attached to my hip, literally…However, unfortunately, this is not the case with jewelry, scarves, or anything else, for I still lose most of my other belongings pretty much everywhere, accidentally (and maybe occasionally deliberately) leaving a trail of belongings behind so that people can always trace my wherabouts. No, it’s not early Alzheimer’s as I’ve been doing it since middle school…it’s maddeningly ditzy, adorability! It must be my way of “imprinting” or bonding when I like you, want to give you a piece of me, or want to return to a place I like.
But, I believe that the upside to all this forgetfulness is that almost every lover over the years has inherited a few of my bras and panties by default and many have thanked me for my little “slip up” or oversight. Hmmm…I wonder what those lovers have done to them and treated them over the years?…But I undress and digress! So, you’ve got a jumpstart on me, as it took me a long, long, long time to become one with my purse and become truly “purse”snickety:) I have a funny story to tell you off the record soon, too:) Love ya and hope your Christmas was dreamy! xxoo