I bought a purse today. While my old purse did not get to the point of completely falling apart and dumping its contents, also known as my treasured belongings, on the sidewalk, it had rips, tears, and marks. I like to use things up; I had done that with this purse.
In shopping for purses, I wasn't searching for a status item but I wanted something that would last. It was interesting visiting one outlet store for high end bags. The prices were still high and the clientele was frenzied. At another store, the employees were pushy and the prices for sale items were confusing if not misleading. I don't care for that. Eventually, I ended up in Sears and, while the décor of the store was grim and I wonder about the future of Sears, I found my new purse there. It made me gasp. It wasn't a loud gasp so I didn't draw a lot of attention to myself, this time, but there was a gasp. That's a good sign.
To clarify, I did not end up buying the exact model of purse that made me gasp. When I got a good look at it and saw that it was big enough to fit both of my rabbits, a loaf of bread, five or maybe six books, a small bag of topsoil and a large hat (possibly a sombrero), I wasn't sure that I needed so much capacity. Luckily there was a smaller purse with the same pattern on it. I chose to purchase that one.
It is fun to fall in love with something in this way. I find it very interesting that something we had no part in creating can connect with something in us. How is it that our souls seem able to communicate with each other? How is it that a mass-produced purse can make me gasp? I don't know but I'm glad that this can happen.
Soon I will transfer items over from my old purse. There won't be a big ceremony - a few fitting musical selections will be played and I guess I should get a cake. I won't have room in this purse for a sombrero or a bag of topsoil but I don't always carry those items anyways. It would have been nice to know that I could though.