Back in my tomboy years, I swore that I would never carry a purse. Why? Because I hated the idea of having to hold it all the time and I thought purses were pointless, especially when I could fit everything I needed in my cargo pants pockets. Yes, at that time I had no idea how much “weight” the puffy cargo pants pocket would add to my full legs.
But now, I not only can’t live without purses, but also I’ve noticed that I’ve “crossed over” from small, clutch purses to the oversize bags.
My what a change. Today the RedEye
declared clutches the “it” bag of summer, telling us to put our oversized ones away for winter. Yeah, hi, I can’t do that. Where would I put my camera and obnoxiously large cell phone? That won’t fit in a tiny clutch! I could only get a few bills, an ID, maybe a condom (if I’m feeling extra skanky that night) and my keys in that small of a purse. No cell phone or camera? They can’t stay at home!
As exhibited below, I used to only carry small handbags because I could get everything I needed at the time in them. This includes: wallet, cell phone, Chapstick, fingernail clipper and my keys.
But since I moved to Chicago, I’ve noticed a “bag evolution” from small, cutsey, clutch purses to mom-size, full-day bags, like the one below.
Suddenly I started needing to pack extra things, like gym shoes and clothes, cameras, business cards, pocket mirrors, make up and mini hair brushes, in a purse, all of which could not even remotely fit into the small cute bags I used to carry. And now because of going to the gym (to work on my pipes), I carry a large purse and a gym bag. WTF? Do bags multiply like bunnies?
Now when I’m on the prowl for a new bag to join the others on the shelf, I actually will not buy it if it cannot hold the new “essentials” that I carry, negating the optional shoes, magazines or even Lulu that might also be in that bag one day.
When we did our bloggy meet-up at Sheffields a few weeks ago, Rachel pulled the ultimate mom purse magic trick, a black bag that magically hid a HUGE camera, shoes and necessities. It was like a mini-clown car.
I’ve been told by my guy friends that this change is the equivalent of the evolution into “tucking in your shirt,” but that is a post for another day. Ryan recently asked me how many purses I have, and my first response was, “designer or not?” It’s a sickness. But I love them.
In fact, I’ve started laying out the big bags because the fam and I are headed to northern Wisconsin for a little break. And seriously, I need to take a few days to get my mojo back and work myself out of my current funk. So I will be hopefully posting while I’m gone as I dutifully support my dad on the golf course, so forgive me if I’m behind in my comments. I’ll catch up soon, promise!
Has anyone else gone through this “change” as well?
Reader note: Wow you guys are so spoiling me with all these amazing comments about Newsweek and the Rage Girl post. Seriously I don’t even know what to say! Rage Girl almost came out on the bus tonight in response to inattentive parenting and a screaming child but I kept her under wraps. And I will be sure to photograph my free Nordstroms Cafe lunch. I will be over-ordering and bringing Glad-ware so I can enjoy it well beyond the Cafe as well.