I had no idea how this magical item would manifest itself; however, I was confident I would see it and know this was THE ONE. For some (unexamined) reason I felt that I needed a purse. Carrying a purse meant grown-up, meant credit cards, lipstick, day-timers, cell phones, every cliché I associated with getting a ‘real’ job. I couldn’t really extricate the two, lady purse = real job = soul-sucking corporate sellout = me! EEK!
I went through a phase of purse envy. I almost switched my shopping vice from footwear to handbags (luckily I eventually came to my senses). Well, I found THE ONE. In fact, I found ANOTHER ONE. I now have two lady purses and the thrill is gone. I reverted back to my old blue friend and when required I haul out one of my lady purses. Actually, since I took up ice hockey my capacious hold-all is my hockey bag. I could fit a dead body in there and it really smells. When I carry my hockey bag I feel strong and I feel like me. Cheesy, I know, but true.