If you know me, you know this purse:
From formal wine and cheese functions at the President of the College’s house:
To Last Day of Classes at WM (aka Blowout. That bag may or may not have been used to conceal a bottle of rum and coke. Or champagne. Or both.)
To my last night in Williamsburg.
To the San Diego Zoo. And no, John and I don’t have a secret child. That’s his baby cousin.
Also note the Sperrys. Told you I wore them everywhere. P.S. I decided against the Toms. I swear I used this bag nearly every day in JVC, I just have no pictures of it for some reason.
It’s perfect. It’s big enough to hold my water bottle, an extra pair of shoes or a sweater, a book, all my medicine and anything else I decided I need that day. The strap is long enough that I can put it over my shoulder and bike, or go for a walk without constantly having to adjust it. One of my college roommates sent it to me while she was studying abroad in France years ago and it’s gotten plenty of compliments ever since.
But if you compare the first picture (taken this spring) to the second (taken 3 years ago), you can see the bag has taken some beating. Sun, rain, mud hasn’t been kind to the poor bag. It’s faded considerably, the little reflective mirrors have fallen off, the tassels are wearing thin, the seashells are barely holding on. And it’s just plain dirty.
I know I could use a new purse. But I don’t want a new purse. I want that purse. I don’t like most other bags like it:
See that? That’s not me. I have no need to advertise that I am all for ideas of peace and love with the words “peace” and “love.” Most of these type bags are too hippie for me, and coming from someone who makes her own granola, that’s saying something.
I also feel like I should get something minutely more grown up. Something like this bag on Etsy:
Or back to the more-hippie style with this one:
Or I could sew my own. Which I’m not sure would be any cheaper than buying one of those off of Etsy. I browsed the Farmer’s Market on Saturday, and while I saw some cute (and cheaper) ones, I didn’t find any that could really fill the role that my purse has played in my life for the last 4 years. Maybe when we head to Portland this summer (the hippie Mecca) I can find a suitable replacement.