I love purses. I love how they look, feel and even how they smell. My favorites are the ones that are brightly colored and have lots of zippers and pockets. As much as I love purses though, I hate to carry them. It would not matter if it was one of those way over priced purses that so many women seem to love. I still would not find it enjoyable to carry. Instead, I would feel slightly stressed and uncomfortable.
Purses make me feel more awkward and clumsier than I normally am. There is just something about having one hanging from my shoulder that makes me feel like a bull in a china shop. More than once I have pictured myself accidentally taking out shelves and shelves of glassware with a purse. I also have a fear that one day I will turn around in a store aisle and see a line of people, that I had knocked over, laying in the floor.
Every purse I have ever owned seems to eat some of the things I put in it. Items go in, and some are never seen again. Especially chapstick. Dryers eat socks, my purses eat chapstick. I can take everything out, pile it on a table, go through it carefully and never find the three tubes of chapstick that should have been in my purse.
When my purses are not eating my chapstick, they are sucking things to bottom. Most of the time, the only way to find the missing item is to unload my purse, and check all the nooks, crannies and folds that are in the bottom. This procedure seems to take at least fifteen minutes to accomplish, longer if I am looking for my check book and people are waiting behind me.
Given how I feel about carrying purses, it is understandable that once I was emancipated from the diaper bag, I pared down the items I needed to carry around with me. What I ended up with was just enough items that would fit in a slender woman’s wallet that I could stick in my pocket. It was great, no more worrying about injuring people in a horrible purse accident, my chapstick was safe, and I no longer had to dig through something just to find a checkbook. For many years I lived blissfully with my little wallet.
The day that I was diagnosed with asthma, my little wallet and I had to part ways. I had to start carrying a rescue inhaler so I needed to have a purse to put it in. Fortunately, it took up only a little room, so I was able to use a fairly small purse. Since it was so small, I did not feel as clumsy as I normally would with a purse and when I had to find something in it, there was very little I had to look through. It still ate my chapstick though.
Then came the day I was diagnosed with diabetes. Once again I was having to say goodbye, this time to my little purse. Along with my rescue inhaler, I was now going to have to carry a glucose meter, syringes, vials of two different insulins, alcohol swabs, a small bottle to dispose the syringes in, rescue supplies (in case my sugar dropped), a small can of pineapple juice, crackers, and all my other medications. There is no way I could use any other size purse but the giant kind. You know the kind, they are about as big as a diaper bag.
Once again, I am stuck carrying a purse that makes me feel awkward and clumsy. I have managed to take out a few pieces of glassware with it. My husband’s duty when we go places now is to stand between me and the breakables. More than once he has had to tug on me to keep me from endangering the health and well being of someone standing too close to my purse. It is impossible for me to ever find something without unloading at least a few things. And yes, this purse also has a taste for chapstick.
A cure for this is a cute backpack!!! However, you can only go straight, you can never, ever turn around.
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I used to carry backpacks, in fact I still have my favorite leather one I got in China. I used to use the a lot instead of diaper bags. When I get a new bag to carry all my medical supplies in, I might go the back pack route. It might look funny to see a middle age fluffy woman carrying one though.
I used to carry backpacks, in fact I still have my favorite leather one I got in China. I used to use the a lot instead of diaper bags. When I get a new bag to carry all my medical supplies in, I might go the back pack route. It might look funny to see a middle age fluffy woman carrying one though.
A cure for this is a cute backpack!!! However, you can only go straight, you can never, ever turn around.
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I used to carry backpacks, in fact I still have my favorite leather one I got in China. I used to use the a lot instead of diaper bags. When I get a new bag to carry all my medical supplies in, I might go the back pack route. It might look funny to see a middle age fluffy woman carrying one though.
I used to carry backpacks, in fact I still have my favorite leather one I got in China. I used to use the a lot instead of diaper bags. When I get a new bag to carry all my medical supplies in, I might go the back pack route. It might look funny to see a middle age fluffy woman carrying one though.
I love big purses! They are so much fun to have but mine always end up super heavy because I put so much stuff in them.
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Margaret,
Mine feels like I have three bricks in it. All my medical stuff and emergency supplies, plus the water bottles or cherry coke zero cans I put in it make it weigh so much.
I love big purses! They are so much fun to have but mine always end up super heavy because I put so much stuff in them.
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Margaret,
Mine feels like I have three bricks in it. All my medical stuff and emergency supplies, plus the water bottles or cherry coke zero cans I put in it make it weigh so much.
Oh, my bags are always so heavy, I carry so much in them. I have a typical "Mummy handbag" – to the extent that my friends tease me about it.
Despite this, I am a handbag addict. Oh, and shoes. Don't get me started on shoes…
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bubbleboo,
My mother is simply a bag addict. She collects all kinds of different bags. I guess she could be called a bag lady.
Oh, my bags are always so heavy, I carry so much in them. I have a typical “Mummy handbag” – to the extent that my friends tease me about it.
Despite this, I am a handbag addict. Oh, and shoes. Don’t get me started on shoes…
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bubbleboo,
My mother is simply a bag addict. She collects all kinds of different bags. I guess she could be called a bag lady.
Everyone always complains about my heavy purse. But there is nothing in it that I can do without. LOL.
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Everyone always complains about my heavy purse. But there is nothing in it that I can do without. LOL.
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