Voila! Viola!
I'm so excited: it doesn't take much. I've been tired of my purse for a year or more now so I've been scoping out a replacement for ages. In my mind I'd settled on this tri-fold wallet made of the most luscious leather, but the colours were black, turquoise and orange, and I was having trouble dealing with it. The stitching was so good but the design was so 'neat' (that's bad).
Flash-forward to lunch at Trellini's last week with sis down from Mullum. She had this beautiful red leather purse dangling from her wrist. What a stunner of a purse! Oh, I had the jealousy. It was feminine and curvy but not Ugle McBugle as sometimes that can be. The leather was supple and looked better for having aged. The clasp wasn't tight or loose - it worked as it should. The innards showed space and jiggle room, and there *was* a slide-pocket to tuck credit cards away in. Discrete but handy. And you can go out with just a purse - no need for a handbag on those days you wanna travel light. You can SHOP with two hands - with no purse chocking up one of them (the bane of shopping if I'm ever sans handbag). No purse has ever suited so many of my needs so well. This was a MARVEL.
(I'm a nut for purses and wallets. It's an exercise in exquisite torture not to replace mine more than once every couple of years - if that. I'm also a rabid handbagger and the restraint I show there would boggle your mind. I don't have many [5?] but I've craved many hundreds.)
Sis filled me in on all the details of le purse and of course it was from Melbourne. I wondered how much and was just about to guess $45 when sis said "$45". I was just about to guess that! I'm phenomenally, freakishly accurate when I estimate prices. It's one of few gifts...
... I ordered it yesterday. I am so excited and for once I don't care that my enthusiasm is for something as frivolous as a purchase - and when so many people's financial lives have turned to shit in the GEC*. OK, yes I do, but it's genuine excitement - what can I do? I'll tell you what I can't do. I cannot wait to truss my new purse to my wrist - with minimal cards and maximal money (in my dreams) - all encased in viola.
My new purse in 'viola' (purple)
Sis had a red one, and it was a lovely red, and if I hadn't just come from my dirty-red snakeskin Oroton (shut up - it was hot), I'd probably have gone for red myself. I was also concerned with not copying sis, not that she minds about shit like that. I do though. (It's not respectful.) I happen to be loving purple lately anyway. Interestingly to me, just lately is the first time in ages when purple looks to have escaped its goth and/or hippy overtones. Not that either tinge would worry me, but I've noticed it all the same.
I wonder if I've overthought all this.
Putting the strap in the centre makes so much sense:
the purse doesn't swing wildly or knock against your hand/shelves when you're 'looking' at merchandise.
I didn't realise it was detachable.
The little pocket's on the other side. (They don't even mention this flat card pocket in the description, the stupids.)
* global economic crisis
Flash-forward to lunch at Trellini's last week with sis down from Mullum. She had this beautiful red leather purse dangling from her wrist. What a stunner of a purse! Oh, I had the jealousy. It was feminine and curvy but not Ugle McBugle as sometimes that can be. The leather was supple and looked better for having aged. The clasp wasn't tight or loose - it worked as it should. The innards showed space and jiggle room, and there *was* a slide-pocket to tuck credit cards away in. Discrete but handy. And you can go out with just a purse - no need for a handbag on those days you wanna travel light. You can SHOP with two hands - with no purse chocking up one of them (the bane of shopping if I'm ever sans handbag). No purse has ever suited so many of my needs so well. This was a MARVEL.
(I'm a nut for purses and wallets. It's an exercise in exquisite torture not to replace mine more than once every couple of years - if that. I'm also a rabid handbagger and the restraint I show there would boggle your mind. I don't have many [5?] but I've craved many hundreds.)
Sis filled me in on all the details of le purse and of course it was from Melbourne. I wondered how much and was just about to guess $45 when sis said "$45". I was just about to guess that! I'm phenomenally, freakishly accurate when I estimate prices. It's one of few gifts...
... I ordered it yesterday. I am so excited and for once I don't care that my enthusiasm is for something as frivolous as a purchase - and when so many people's financial lives have turned to shit in the GEC*. OK, yes I do, but it's genuine excitement - what can I do? I'll tell you what I can't do. I cannot wait to truss my new purse to my wrist - with minimal cards and maximal money (in my dreams) - all encased in viola.
My new purse in 'viola' (purple)
Sis had a red one, and it was a lovely red, and if I hadn't just come from my dirty-red snakeskin Oroton (shut up - it was hot), I'd probably have gone for red myself. I was also concerned with not copying sis, not that she minds about shit like that. I do though. (It's not respectful.) I happen to be loving purple lately anyway. Interestingly to me, just lately is the first time in ages when purple looks to have escaped its goth and/or hippy overtones. Not that either tinge would worry me, but I've noticed it all the same.
I wonder if I've overthought all this.
Putting the strap in the centre makes so much sense:
the purse doesn't swing wildly or knock against your hand/shelves when you're 'looking' at merchandise.
I didn't realise it was detachable.
The little pocket's on the other side. (They don't even mention this flat card pocket in the description, the stupids.)
* global economic crisis