OMG When Did I become A Bag Lady?
I used to be one of those girls who hated purses and handbags. If it wasn’t something that could fit into my pocket or be carried comfortably in my hand. I wanted no part of it.
This was more so in a social or casual setting because I would carry a handbag for work. The one I would carry for work though would still be relatively small.
There was nothing worse for me than having to juggle a handbag in the club, or a party or for a quick jaunt into the city. I liked my hands free.
I don’t know why but I just detested walking around with too much “baggage” (pardon the pun).
Now, I look around and wonder when did I become not only a handbag/pocketbook carrier but when did I start carrying these colossal-sized accessories?
I remember when I used to laugh at and tease my cousin Sharon (hey Sharon!) for carrying around what I used to call her mega bags or her house! I just couldn’t for the life of me understand why she needed to walk around with bags that could fit the entire contents of a small village.
Not only were Sharon’s bags big…they were heavy! When we would go out and her bag was in the passenger seat, sometimes it required two hands and a good heave to move it!
I had to ask her WHAT was in there and she’d laugh and say “Girl, everything!” She wasn’t lying!
Now the joke’s on me! Somehow over the course of the last five years my bags have gone from little hand-held ones, to slightly larger one that required shoulder straps to now (grasps pearls and gasps dramatically)… MEGA bags!
I don’t know how it happened!
I guess it started happening when I realised I could carry all my “just-in-case” stuff, plus “things-I-can-fiddle-with-when-I’m-bored” stuff. Then, I decided to incorporate “things-I’ll-just-leave-in-my-bag-permanently” stuff.
Now, I have a collection of bags and whether I’m currently using them or not, they each have in them their own “things-that-will-remain-in-this-bag” stuff.
The drama always comes if I’m going somewhere in a hurry and I’ve picked a bag which doesn’t have the “things-I’ll-need-right-now” because I’ve forgotten which bag had those in.
Now, my hubby laughs at me and my bag dilemmas often. Well…that is until he happens to need something and I can whip it out from my bag or he has items that he can chuck into my bag for me to tote around for him. Hmm!
It’s an ongoing joke that I’m liable to pull anything out of my bag at any given time: nail file, sanitizer, lotion, charger, laptop, needle and thread, water, juice, fruit…
I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I’ve become a bag lady and that you know what? That’s alright. I own it.
I love a good bag. Are there any other bag lovers out there?
If so hit me up #bagloverandproud