I was going to start this post with "A couple of weeks ago...", but when I went back to find the link I needed, I realized that it was a couple of months ago.
So, a couple of months ago, Misty posted about her handbag. She asked two questions 1) what do you call your handbag? and 2) what do you carry too much of? (except she did not leave her preposition dangling)
This post made me laugh because I've gone through my fair share of handbag seasons.
There was the "I love purses, they make me feel grown up" season from about 1977-1990.
Then there was the "Purses weigh me down, I just need my ID, my keys, a little bit of cash, and a quarter for the pay phone." season that lasted from about 1990 to 1997.
Then there was the "I am on my own and have a good job, I'm going to buy myself an expensive purse just because I can." season that lasted from 1997-1998.
Then there was the "Purse? What's a purse?" season. 1998-2000
Then the "It takes 10 minutes to pack the dang diaper bag before we can even leave the house." season that started in 2000 and seemed to go on for-evah.
Somewhere along the way, probably about the time the girls turned 3, I decided that it was high time that I start carrying stylish purses again. No room for sippy cups or zip loc baggies full of cheerios, just the stuff I needed. Forget the kids.
I did that from 2006 until February 2011.
After getting Brooke's T1 diagnosis, I quickly learned that my days of spur of the moment errands with a cute little trendy purse were over. I mourned my foot loose and fancy free life and started looking for a way to carry around all the stuff we would need "just in case" she went low, high, or needed a snack.
Or just in case we were out longer than expected and we had a full on meal before we made it back home.
Clearly, I needed some retail therapy.
I settled on a Vera Bradley tote bag: