For years, I mocked my mom for carrying around mammoth purses. They hurt her shoulder and were always filled with stuff she didn't need from six months ago. They made her unorganized and inefficient and she could never find anything, I argued. Besides, who needed all that stuff? And I would gesture dramatically at whatever little purse I was using at the time, and say smugly "see, that's all the purse I need."
The years went by, and my purses got incrementally bigger with each new purchase. My last two bags in particular are quite a bit larger than my standard. And dammit, now I'm hooked on the big purses. I pulled out an old standby medium sized bag this past weekend, and it is driving me nuts. I have to arrange everything carefully to fit it all in properly. It doesn't have enough pockets and compartments for me to organize my stuff they way I like. Tonight at Target I needed to get a photo out of my bag so that I could be sure I was buying the right size frame. When I moved my wallet aside to get the photo, a bunch of receipts and business cards got tangled up with my wallet and fell out all over the floor. I picked them up, muttering to myself, and then in my usual coordinated fashion, stood up directly into the cart handle, whacking the back of my head really hard. Awesome.
I've fallen into the big purse trap, and I don't think I can get out of it. I'm not even sure I want to. Is this a sign that I'm turning into my mom?
no comment. :)