Bagged!

Last Friday, I happened to be out and about after school. I stopped by one of the local Purveyors Of Stuff and there I saw a bag. It was a very cute bag. Sort of a cross between a bag and a purse. I'm a fool for bags. Especially cute ones.

I hesitated over that bag. I carried it around. I put it back. I returned to the rack and caressed it a few times. I slung it over my shoulder and reveled in its baggy, purse-y feel. I was quite taken with it.

In the end, though, I hung it back where I found it and walked away. I'm trying very hard to be a fiscally responsible person. Since I already happen to be a billion and four handbag person, I thought it was time to try something new. I was quite proud of myself. I left it behind.

And proceeded to think about it all week.

Happily, Mommy and Daddy Sheep thought to send out my Your Mother Has Decided To Forgive You Again This Year For The Agony Of Your Birth So Happy Natal Day card early. They enclosed a check. Checks are very good for people who can't help but think of purses left behind.

For the record, I fail to see the need for all that "agony of your birth" business. My birth happened to occur back during those halcyon days when ladies were sensibly drugged to unconsciousness for the whole messy business. We are like a club. You can easily identify us by those little divots the forceps left in our temples. On the other hand, I suppose that phase I went through where I'd eat nothing but ketchup might be cause for some second thoughts come gifting time. I guess it's just nice that my parents love me enough to still celebrate me in spite of my formative years...

Of course, there was but one of those bags in the whole store and it was highly unlikely that this particular bag would still be there. That was OK. They had lots of other bags and they were very nice. I could get a purse of equal or perhaps even greater gorgeousness!

I decided that today would be a good day to go purse shopping. I returned to the store to find a bag that would simulate the happiness that earlier (and very singular natured purse) gave me. I entered through the big glass doors and headed straight to the Accessories section.

And there it was.

As I live and breathe, the same bag was still there. Maybe it's because everyone thinks it's ugly. Maybe it was hidden most of the week. Maybe everyone else has already bought one and now I'm just a big fat copy-cat. I don't care. My bag was there and, thanks to the early birthday monies (no, it is not my birthday....calm down) I got to have my bag. The exact one I couldn't stop thinking about all week long.

I also bought a pair of jeans because I ran out of clean ones and didn't have any to wear tomorrow. That's right. I am personally responsible for the state of our natural resources and the wasteful nature of our planet. But I haven't had a working washing machine for a while now and I make no apologies. Sometimes it's easier to just buy a new pair of jeans for ten bucks off the clearance rack and that's that.

I suppose if I were a better knit blogger, I would have used my Good Job For Being Born Monies for yarn. I thought about it. But the purse kept intruding on the though processes. Even after I purchased my spiffy new bag, I wondered if I could maybe fool people and make them think I bought yarn. But you guys are too smart for that. There is no way anyone is going to mistake a bag for yarn. It's just not possible. Yarn is yarn and a purse is a purse.

But you can put yarn in a purse. If it is a nice big purse with lots of cool pockets for toting stuff, that is. That works, right?

I didn't even use the whole check for my new bag. There is still enough left over for cake when the real birthday rolls around. Or maybe some yarn.

Or cake and yarn...

SA