Today's feature for my Good Friends Old and New blogoversary theme is a post graciously shared by Rhonda Shrock of The Natives are Getting Restless. No doubt about it, Rhonda is one busy and talented lady. In addition to raising four boys, she's a blogger, columnist, and all around fun and supportive friend. Her writing reflects her down to earth sense of humor and a heart that desires to encourage others. She is one of the sparkling gems I've found through my blogging adventures.
All I Want is the Perfect Purse!
by Rhonda Shrock
You girls will understand this. You know how it is. There you are, digging in your handbag, unable to find the thing you want. It's in there (you know it is), but you just.can't.wrap your fingers around it.
For me, it was the Chapstick. That's all I wanted, rummaging there in my purse. Oh, that purse...
"I need a new one," I'd said to The Mister months ago as he dropped me off at the department store. "I'm determined to find just the right one." I think he sighed, feeling helpless in the face of my handbag issues. And he wheeled away to park somewhere and Google something manly (like national news or basketball scores) on his smart phone while I plowed through purses.
I thought I'd found it. Looking, comparing, judging colors, sizes...to strap or not to strap, loaded questions all, then finally settling on a black one. Which, as I learned later, would complicate my life.
Now, standing there in the dark, scrabbling around for that goofy tube in a bag that was clearly too small, this is what the poor Mister heard from the bowels of the closet: "I'm ready to throw this thing in the English Channel!"
From the bathroom sink came a chortle, which he quickly smothered, and then this in a smooth, bass voice, "Lord, help her find the perfect purse!" I hadn't thought it possible to pray in a "roll-of-the-eyes" tone, but by cracky, if he didn't nail it.
I laughed (what else?), finally emerging, triumphant, green tube clutched in my hot little hand. "So you're not planning to go over there and drop it in after all?" he queried, peering at me with those blue eyes.
"I'm waiting 'til spring," I said, shooting him a look. "Then I'm getting a new one...something bigger." He sighed, looking pale, and headed for his favorite spot on the couch to Google the latest polls on his phone.
Yup. I'm going to gut it out with my black, too-small handbag until spring. Once the crocuses start showing up, though, all bets are off, and Mama's going out. In last summer's darling pewter flip-flops, of course.
All I want is the perfect purse, one that will let me find the Chapstick and get to my phone. That, and it'll save me a trip to the English Channel with the old one.
Thank you, Rhonda, for sharing this with us!
Ladies - can you relate to the great purse quest? How do you define the perfect purse? What was the last item you unearthed from its dark depths?
Gentlemen - I am sure you can relate in some way. My husband has been my chaperone on many a purse hunting safari. (His exact and kindly spoken words, I believe, were, "What are you looking for?") Have any related shopping adventures to share?
Details regarding a little blogoversary giveaway will be up on Monday :)
Have a great weekend!
Blessings,
Ladies - can you relate to the great purse quest? How do you define the perfect purse? What was the last item you unearthed from its dark depths?
Gentlemen - I am sure you can relate in some way. My husband has been my chaperone on many a purse hunting safari. (His exact and kindly spoken words, I believe, were, "What are you looking for?") Have any related shopping adventures to share?
Details regarding a little blogoversary giveaway will be up on Monday :)
Have a great weekend!
Blessings,
Karen
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