Someone called me that years ago. I don't remember who, but I liked it. Not because I care more about shoes than people, but because I really, really like shoes. And purses. And I tend to buy them at Payless.
Not anymore, though. Now I own about five pairs of shoes and I cry every time I think about it. Also, bags? I am such a bag queen. I always say, you can never have too many bags. You'll need them when you move. And yet, with all my bags, I am seriously underrepresented in the purse department.
Which is really what this is about. Even though the shoe thing makes me sad. (Seriously-five pairs of shoes-and I'm counting my flip flops.) But, no, it's about purses. You see, despite my undying love for purses, I have given up on them. At least until I a. write the great American novel or b. have mostly grown children.
I have a big black purse that I carry to work. It can hold an 9x12 folder, my planner, my camera, all my personal stuff and my summer house. I'm kidding, I don't have a summer house, but if I did, it would fit in that bag.
I have a diaper bag. I actually have two. A big one and a little one. They carry, well, diapers and other baby related stuff.
I have a little black purse that I call my date night bag. It barely carries anything.
And I have a wallet. It's a wallet that may, one day, be mistaken for Brynna's. It's purple with hearts all over it. But, it holds my cell phone. So, that's now what I carry. A wallet. I throw it in my big black work bag, or my diaper bag, or the library bag, or Brynna's backpack or my grocery cart. And, about once every two months, I throw it in that tiny black bag.
This might not sound sad. I can see that. I can see how you could read this and think, well, at least that wallet's working for ya. At least you're not carrying that briefcase masquerading as a purse with you everywhere you go. But you'd be wrong. It is sad. It's sad because I don't care about wallets, but I love purses. Of all the things I've given up as a mother - my alcohol tolerance, shopping trips that last all day, my record of never setting foot in Toys R Us, movies every weekend - the thing I miss the most (today) is purses.
So, who's with me? Who has given up something as an adult or a parent or a responsible employee or whatever, something stupid, something unimportant that you miss terribly, terribly bad? Share and we shall all commiserate.
By the way, I promise that soon, I will post vacation-y stuff. Pictures and all.