Like crawling through the waste lands of useless baggage... Such is purse shopping. (Possibly more difficut then bra shopping but greatfully not as intimate.) Lost in the land of sub par shoulder adornments, you find yourself going in circles: too big, too small, too plain, too shiny, too-sweet Jesus not white!!!!
This process could take many days, many stores and many frustrated sales people but the purse isn't something to be rushed. I know I carry a great deal of my life in mine so it must be right.
Then.
You find it.
In the novels when a warrior finds his true sword it is described as becoming an extension of his arm, balanced perfectly to his swing and the hilt molding perfectly to his hand. If you prefer wand lore, the wand has chosen the wizard and responds to the inner intentions of the bearer and sparks fly.
That, is how to best describe to discovery of MY new purse. An extension of my arm and able to fulfill not only my carrying needs, but also my personal taste and style. Hark, there is the pocket for mine own cell phone, beside it a pocket for cosmetics and around the side a hidden compartment or feminine needs. Not flashy, not boring and most certainly not my mothers purse...
You are the one. The one purse that trumps them all. My precious, my new purse.
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