Have you ever seen one of those tests that asks if you’ve had a life-altering event in your life recently? It’s usually got a checklist that you can use, and it’s got some doozies on it:
Number 1 is usually the death of a loved one. Number 2 is sometimes divorce, which is kind of like a death. Both pretty grim.
And then the list will go on to losing a job, being incarcerated, major illness or injury, financial problems, issues with in-laws.. well, the list just goes on and on.
My question is this: Why isn’t changing your purse listed?
As you, my favorite reader, may recall, I blogged on this issue in November of last year. Click here to read it again. Trust me; it bears repeating.
Last week, after a very busy June that had 3 trips in it and every possible inconvenience my saggy purse could perpetrate upon me, I decided I’d pick up a Wal-Mart bag that had blown to the side of the highway and use that instead.
Before I could risk my life getting out on 431, however, I talked with my good friend Margaret, who calmed me down with the words, “I found a purse at the Hospice Thrift Shop, and it only cost me $1.00”
Now, if that’s not a word from God, I don’t know what is.
Like a flash – well, actually it was more like 3 days, but at my age, that’s a flash – I flew down to the thrift shop to find my $1.00 purse. Alas and alack, my $1.00 purse turned into my $4.00 purse, but that’s okay. Someone else had broken it in for me, and there was no apparent sagging. Perfect!
Of course, I would have to downsize, but that was okay. I had downsized when we moved 12 years ago, so I figured if I could handle a house, I could handle a purse.
If the V-8 lady was here, my head would be spinning along about now.
In my blog last November, I made mention of “completely-necessary-to-my-life articles.” Unfortunately, my new purse doesn’t have room for all of those, so I have had to pitch several of them:
Ø Chloraseptic oral anesthetic that I last used 2 years ago
Ø Eye drops that expired in 2011 which I forgot I had
Ø 9 ballpoint pens
Ø Cough drops
Ø Gum mangled to the point of being unchewable
I will be taking my new purse out for a spin this afternoon. I’ve already been digging around in there for something that I had taken out. I’m afraid the learning curve may be pretty steep on this one. And I’m sure I’ll regret – no, make that deeply regret – some of my decisions to downsize this drastically.
But I’m a firm believer in having as few frustrations as possible, so if this works, it will be great. If not, well, there’s always donating …
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