i’m a bag lady.

i never used to be. i didn’t carry a purse until i was like 23 years old. but once i started i couldn’t stop. in fact, i think it’s turned into something of an addiction.

for most of college i carried my trusty ol’ purple jansport backpack. i still have it, i love it that much. plus those things are just so damned sturdy.

today i bought a new purse, for no reason other than i wanted one. the little black handbag i bought back in august is still perfectly perfect. but i was getting bored.

the new one is a rad green corduroy rucksacky type number. ralph lauren even, because i am uberswank. really, i’m not. the purse was all of $24.

the bad thing about being a bag lady is the ever-growing collection of purses. see, i feel bad getting rid of them. usually i am pretty sure that i’ll use it again. of course, this has yet to happen. well, it’s only happened to the rainbowy wicker purse i bought at target for $2.14. doesn’t that figure?

i just don’t want the bags to feel unloved. so i just keep piling them in the closet waiting for the day when they seem all new again.