In case you were wondering? 25 dollars is all it takes to make me happy.
25 dollars - that's the cost of my new purse from Target. My old purse, you see, had become a misery, an albatross slung 'cross one shoulder, as it were. It hung too low, looked out-of-season with its summery plaid, and had handy pockets on the front that screamed utilitarian.
So yesterday I took the plunge (well, what is for me a plunge, anyway) and purchased a long-coveted, faux-leather, hobo-style bag that exudes a cool, relaxed, stylish attitude. I walk around the house with it slung over my shoulder, complacent in the knowledge that my new handbag announces me to the world as a woman who knows how to accessorize. No matter that this particular purse possesses nary a cellphone pocket and is so deep that I regularly lose my wallet in it. Form has triumphed over function, dear readers; life is too short to focus on the useful at the expense of the beautiful.
It's not just a purse. It's a midlife crisis in a bag.