I got a new purse today. It is black, it is nylon, it has steel (chrome?) rivets and buckley thingys on it, it is from Kohl's, and it was on sale. I went out in the rain today with my wallet, keys, and cell phone crammed into the pocket of my maternity shorts specifically to buy it (now isn't THAT a pretty picture?).
Yesterday, my purse was hanging on the back of one of my kitchen chairs, and BigDaddyFish went to move the chair and decided that the weight of my purse made this impossible. He had a mild hissy fit during which he threw the purse and my sweater on the counter, thereby slightly ripping the sweater (I was able to sew it up well enough later). After he calmed down, he asked if he could see what was in the purse that weighed "so damn much" and I said sure, go for it.
He emptied the purse onto the kitchen table and found:
- 17 writing implements and a small notebook
- a toothbrush, small tube of toothpaste, and two packages of dental floss
- approx. one pound of loose change, mostly pennies
- 20 assorted hair scrunchies, clips, and rubber bands
- two nail clippers
- one watch I can't wear on my wrist because the nylon/velcro watchband irritates my skin
- a small blush compact last used for my daughter's ballet recital a year and a half ago
- my keys, cell phone, wallet, and heart medicine I always carry
- a first aid kit with bandaids and antiseptic pads
- 2 purse packs of tissues
- an extremely worn, individually wrapped sanitary napkin from my "emergency" pocket
- five assorted receipts
- a pamphlet about the 5 luminous mysteries for saying the Rosary
- a pair of earrings
- assorted trash
- mold, in the crease between the zipper and the side of the purse
He wanted to bleach the mold out. It was a black purse. I explained the effect of bleach on black fabric, and he said, "yeah, but it'll only be in the crease." As if you can spray bleach in just the crease of a nylon purse. Huh.
Since it had only been about 5 years since I last bought a purse (maybe longer, I can't quite remember), I opted to just toss it. BDF looks at me and asks if I have another purse. I stared at him.
To some of you this wouldn't have been a strange question. My MIL, for instance, has about 40 purses, I think, and always matches them to her mood/season/shoes. She is forever unable to find something she wants at my house and commenting that she probably left it in another purse. This drives me a little batshit. I have other friends who have a lot of shoes, and a number of purses to match those shoes.
I am not one of those girls. Never have been. I have two purses: one for everyday use, and a small clutch purse for special occasions. I have maybe 10 pairs of shoes, if you count the pair of sneakers I just had to buy because none of my shoes currently fit except sandals, which will be a bit nippy in the not too distant future. It amazes me that in 15 years of being together, and almost 13 years of marriage, BDF hasn't figured out that I'm not a shoey, pursey kinda girl.
So we weeded out all the crap from my purse, throwing out at least half of it, and relocating a bunch of the rest. And he sent me out with a ridiculous budget to buy a new purse.
I spent half his budget amount. And I must say, even though I'm not a shoey, pursey kinda girl, I like my new purse a lot, and it feels good to have a new, clean, lightweight one.
Update on the anemia: I'm starting to get some energy back, though that stuff does a number on my stomach. I feel sick for about 4 hours after taking it. But I will have done 5 loads of laundry today by the end of the day, and a week ago it was torture to do one. So I guess it's doing something.