I am a major purse/handbag junkie. It's a major addiction... one that I've had for most of my life. I don't care much about shoes... but bags of all sorts are an absolute favorite. I like really unique things... and even have a few favorites in the collection from high school. I have a great hand bag that's made from a cigar box and an adorable clutch that looks like a rolled up Vogue magazine. For my birthday, Leroy gave me a beautiful new bag and wallet. We went to the store together and he sat there for almost 30 minutes while I looked around and picked the exact set I wanted. I'm so indecisive that I wasn't sure what to choose and even after the purchase, I've been considering returning it for a different style. Today when I pulled it out to admire it again, I realized that it had the memory of the trip to the store attached to it and right then and there I understood that the sentimental memory made it irreplaceable.
So today, I decided it was warm enough to change to the new handbag (color and style being considered.) I emptied out the old purse, purged what was no longer necessary and packed my new bag. It truly is magnificent. It was like celebrating my birthday all over again.