i send my SOS to the world- this is my message in a bottle. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Purse Soulmates
I went to sleep last night in the contented sleep of the night owl- at 6am. I stayed up reading "About a Boy" that I borrowed, and woke up at 2pm. The indulgence forced me to get a move on my day, and I hopped on the M-Train and went downtown. I had my fish tacos and wandered around, enjoying the beautiful weather, the tourists, the bustle of what seemed like a languid afternoon. I went into the new Forever 21 on the corner of Powell, touching the poplin, cotton and eyelet of the new influx of summer clothes. Everything was bright, summery, flowy. I enjoyed the sunshine, the sound of the trolly. I headed up the hill to Union Square and wandered into DSW and found myself in the clearance basement, when I saw it. The Purse. Not just any purse, but MY purse. Not a purse I had ever seen before or had imagined myself wanting- but when I saw it, I felt like this purse was made for me. Hahaha. This was my purse soulmate. Entirely hand beaded, in vibrant swirls of orange, purple, blue and red. It's Starry Night on a purse. Soft blue satin lining. Christiana, too. And, originally $200. Who has that much money for a hand beaded purse? Certainly not me, starving student and parking-ticket accumulating me. It was just beautiful. Maybe it was the vibrant colors, the fact that I couldn't help but run my hands over the beading. Maybe it was the fact that maybe women, or shopaholic women can understand. When a piece of clothing, accessory or shoe just-- speaks to you. It contains everything you want to be and everything you think you are. It's more than just fashion or a signature or a brand- it's just an outer reflection of something you feel. Some people respond to art, some people music, some people to purses. I wandered around, holding it as if I could purchase it, but knowing that I couldn't. It had been massively reduced in price to $40.00. I've spent more than five times that amount on purses before, but at those moments I was actually employed and not spending every penny on food and gas that's nearly $3.00 a gallon. And they were practical Coach affairs, of sturdy brown leather and jacquard. I hid it underneath other purses and left. And then I called my girls, knowing they'd understand as I lamented. There are some things only females understand. Me and this purse-- we were something SPECIAL. This purse and I are kindred spirits. I even took a picture to remind myself though I knew I couldn't take it home. But somewhere between proclaiming that this purse and I were Identical Purse Twins, I thought- ....maybe I should get it. This purse was the reflection of everything I want and see my time in San Francisco. Fun and young, full of character and charm, slightly impractical, attention getting, intricate but rought on the outside, detailed and soft on the inside. Definitely not the white leather hobo I thought would be my next purse purchase. But so much more me. So I went back and I bought it. And I'm happy even if that means I don't eat for awhile. 1:00 a.m. - Monday, Apr. 11, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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