Last week, I dreamt I was back in my recurring-weird-dream-version of a Hong Kong shopping center. And I dreamt that I left my bag - a sky blue silk brocade handbag with bamboo handles (long-ago passed on), in a shop somewhere. Everything was in this bag: keys, passport, money, phone…you name it. And I had to leave for the airport in an hour. And the building was about to close, while I ran frantically through this arcade, trying to remember where I set it down.
A voice - my voice - cut across the story, saying, “You don’t really need a purse anymore, so calm down”… and then I woke up - all stressed out, LOL.
Awake, I’ve realized that to a extent, this is true. I still need a purse… I just need less purse. I’ve been carrying small crossbody bags since the pandemic started, to minimize surface contact. In my purse I carry: my car key, tinted lip balm, mask, hand sanitizer, Benadryl and ibuprofen, hand lotion, a small card holder, eye drops, comb, and breath spray. My bag is more makeup bag than anything else. I don’t carry a house key, because we installed a keypad on the garage door opener. I’m looking for ways to downsize all of this.
Anyway. I had set myself a goal to wear a pink complement outfit, I’ve realized that my pink Furla handbag is very pretty, but not practical for my lifestyle. I am girding my loins to say farewell and will (probably) send it to my sister, if she wants it.
I’m going to paraphrase Gollum… “what’s in your pocketses… and purses?”
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