When I met Mr. C, I was using my little purse. My kids were grown, so there was no need for me to stash snacks or toys in my purse. I’m relatively low-maintenance, so I don’t carry a bunch of make-up and whatnot with me where ever I go. All I needed was a small purse for my wallet, a pocket pack of Kleenexes, a fingernail clipper and file (in case I ever had to break someone out of prison, you know), and a small bottle filled with a menagerie of pain meds.
And then I met Mr. C and all that changed. I frequently found his massively thick wallet (throw away a receipt once in a while, huh?), his clunky cell phone in it’s chunky case, and his janitor-like set of keys in my little purse. Usually, I wasn’t able to close it because it was overflowing with manly items.
It was time for an upgrade.
So, I went out and bought a normal sized purse. When I’m not with him, the thing is practically empty, but the enormousness of it has come in handy from time to time. I can sneak two entire (large) water bottles into a movie theater with that thing!
However, during the summer months and during the winter months, I revert to my small purse again. During the summer, I either go hiking or to some local farmers’ market or festival of some sort. Ramping up to Christmas, I go to tons and tons of bazaars and activities. For all of these fun outings, I don’t want to carry around my ginormous bag, so I retrieve my small purse from the corner of the shelf in the closet. I enjoy carrying it around – my non-bulky, non-heavy little purse.
A couple of weeks ago, I set my little purse back into it’s corner. It made me a little sad. It wasn’t because I was going back to my big purse – it was more that, now I have to weather the cold days with no fun outings on the horizon. I’m a pansy, so I don’t like to hike when it’s hovering around freezing. There really aren’t any festivals going on right now. It’s just… life. Boring, mundane life.
I guess it’s a good thing. I’ve gotten more writing done lately than I have in a while. More reading, too (I’m sure that has nothing to do with Mr. C being away on business). My birthday is coming up. Hopefully Mr. C has something fun planned. Or, maybe I can plan something for us – a trip into the big city or something.
It probably is harder on me since I’m a homemaker. The only excuse I have to get out is to go grocery shopping. Woo-hoo. I’ve been looking into volunteering. Maybe I should look more into that.
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