Happy New Year everybody! Make any resolutions you’ve broken already? I’m never very good with the usual pledges (eat better, get more exercise, wake up earlier, etc.) but this year I did
make myself one ‘fashion resolution.’
Whether I can maintain it should be interesting.
I’ve promised my long-suffering husband and my perpetually-worried mother that I
will stop being a pack mule. I’ve
always loved large handbags. (Like this Big Buddha on the left. It took ALL my self control not to splurge on it when I saw it in a store last year.) The
problem is that I tend to fill large bags up to the point that they are painful to
carry. After I finish loading them, they’re much more like saddlebags than ‘purses.’ It doesn’t matter how many times I empty
the bag, it still seems to attract more stuff. I just spent half an hour on the floor
cleaning out my current pocketbook, trying to put away things I don’t need every day,
and while I succeeded in changing the big bag out for a much smaller one,
even that one seems over-weighted to me. Though I’m pretty sure that my shoulder issues are caused by bone spurs
and scar tissue (not by bags) I would still like to reduce the weight and
strain on my shoulders, especially in light of knowing that I’m going to have to
have surgery in a few weeks. I sure don’t want to make things worse.
I always find choosing a new bag to be a very challenging
project. Pocketbooks are so
varied, so beautiful, and can make even louder ‘statements’ than clothes. Like shoes, they need to stay in good shape. Nothing spoils a lovely outfit faster
than a mismatched or battered bag.
I know I’m guilty of not changing mine out as often as I should, and
have found myself with a knockabout bag paired with dress clothes. Oops. While I don’t think being as ‘matchy-matchy’
as women were in the 1950s is a requirement for today's rushed and harried working woman, I do think when the bag on a lady's arm, shoulder, or in her hand shows
thought and flair, she will get attention for a chic overall look.
To make matters even more difficult, I’m
always on the prowl for my dream bag, which is a perfect shade of red that I
can see in my mind, but can’t describe in words. I had that hue once---and oh, how I loved that bag---but I carried it
until the bottom split open and I have never found the same shade since. (My other favorite pocketbook had a mermaid on it—I
dragged it around until the mermaid grew legs and married her prince.)
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