To this point in time, I have been a staunch Pockets Person. I was NEVER ever ever a Purse Toter. (Ooh, that sounds so derisive, say it really sourly :: PURSE TOT-er *shudder*) Ever. But in the course of human events, as they say, some things happened. Things Generally Do.
These things cause el padre to have fits about me not being a PURSE TOT-er because it was inconvenient. What's worse, Pippin took his side! (Pippin, how COULD you??) Though she did make some good points--get an over-the-shoulder bag, and you won't put it down and walk off without it (which I what I do). Sigh, sigh, conniptions, fits, tears, sighs again...okay, not really. I kinda moaned a little and rolled my eyes at the most. Dramatic sighs are just more dramatic.
I knew I wouldn't consistently carry a purse (ugh what a word! Let's say "Bag" shall we?) unless I seriously loved it. Just like I wouldn't wear a watch unless I found one I really really liked. (Which, by the way, I did, and it's big and clunky and leather and ivory-faced and has the timer ring and is like a parachuter's watch with big numbers and all and it PWNS) I'm thinking camo. I could deal with a camo *cringe* purse.
No beans. But guess what I found instead? A bright green satchel-type shoulder-bag awesomeness thing! I have been converted to the Bag-Carry-Ers Society. Yes, I'm afraid it irrevocably true.
It's got nice pockets and it holds everything, from sunglasses to wallet to phone to camera, with room for a book or two if I get bored. :) I guess it WAS about time, as I'll be traveling soon and will want something to carry my effects (what a word!) in....
But PLEASE let's not call me a Purse-Toter. More like a Bag-Slinger. Yeah. Like a gunslinger, but...with...a bag.
AMZi x x x x x