I can’t deny missing a purse. My diaper bag is extremely awesome, in my opinion, but it’s not a purse. It’s bigger. Way bigger. Diaper bags, by design, carry mountains of supplies, snacks and toys, and I’ ve only owned purses that I could barely fit a wallet and some gum into. I liked them little…and besides, I would often have Dan around so I could fit any make-up, papers, cards, etc. in his pockets if I needed the extra space.
But since the diaper bag, I find I crave space. I love being prepared for anything and I am definitely ‘that’ kind of mama. I would have kicked butt on that segment of the Let’s make a Deal show. So when I was getting ready to go back to work I decided that I needed some new clothes (the last time I wore my work clothes was around May-July 2006, and by then I found the ones I was wearing fairly ratty anyway). I also needed a new purse. And I decided to go BIG this time.
I found a beautiful one for a decent price and snatched it up. Yesterday morning I put in my book, my lunch, some office supplies, my glasses, and when I was finished with it, my travel mug. And there was oodles of room left. Oodles and oodles.
But today I found myself questionning the choice to go BIG when, for the 16th time, I was having to stop to put the bag down so I could find my keys, cellphone, lip gloss, or wallet rather than blindly fish around with my hand. It’s such a pain. But no, I will absolutely not stop using it. It is much more stylish than carrying my lunch in a tied up Loeb bag like I did for all the years I worked at my last place of employment. And we all know style wins out – ask any women who’s had to break in a new pair of shoes or squeeze herself into a pair of jeans right out of the dryer.