I am in a posty mood. And silly about clothes. (But the bag was reasonably, if not cheaply, priced.)
My messenger bag was lost, it was lost, it was really really lost to the point where I figured I either left it in the Neon where it got towed away to a junkyard for all time, or I took it to the Goodwill in a fit of "I Will Simplify, Damnit!!!" purging.
I bought a new messanger bag today, mostly because I was out on Franklin and I caught a glimpse of myself reflected in a window and realized that my pink striped shopping bag (which I've been using for a purse whenever my box purse won't be big enough. Which is, like, all the time.) matched the pink striped socks that I thought added a cute fruitsy I don't give a fuckishness to my black tank-top and denim capris and made the whole thing look, egads, like an outfit.
And I am well aware that my desire to have my clothing choices seem carefree and unintentional is about the most hypocritical thing ever, but there we are.
Oh, so anyway, yeah. I ducked into a shop and bought a bag. Because mine is gone, and clearly I need one, and YES I DO CARE THAT MUCH ABOUT LOOKING TOO GODDAMNED MATCHY MATCHY.
And now I'm home and making vague stabs at housecleaning while also reading the internet and comics, and I saw my backpack peeking out from under the couch in the library, and I remembered. I stuffed my messenger bag and my messenger *backpack* (which I got for free and kind of forgot that I had) into my regular backpack and then stuffed the lot under the couch in the library (which is a legitimate storage zone here in my house). Because I barely use them and don't hardly need them. Especially now that I have my cute box purse.
*damnit!*
But my new bag is cuter, and anyway I can't take it back because the tags are off and I've been using it all day. So, HA!
(My forgetfulness and foolishness together conquered my budget, and I feel like *I've* triumphed. Huh.)
I bought a new messanger bag today, mostly because I was out on Franklin and I caught a glimpse of myself reflected in a window and realized that my pink striped shopping bag (which I've been using for a purse whenever my box purse won't be big enough. Which is, like, all the time.) matched the pink striped socks that I thought added a cute fruitsy I don't give a fuckishness to my black tank-top and denim capris and made the whole thing look, egads, like an outfit.
And I am well aware that my desire to have my clothing choices seem carefree and unintentional is about the most hypocritical thing ever, but there we are.
Oh, so anyway, yeah. I ducked into a shop and bought a bag. Because mine is gone, and clearly I need one, and YES I DO CARE THAT MUCH ABOUT LOOKING TOO GODDAMNED MATCHY MATCHY.
And now I'm home and making vague stabs at housecleaning while also reading the internet and comics, and I saw my backpack peeking out from under the couch in the library, and I remembered. I stuffed my messenger bag and my messenger *backpack* (which I got for free and kind of forgot that I had) into my regular backpack and then stuffed the lot under the couch in the library (which is a legitimate storage zone here in my house). Because I barely use them and don't hardly need them. Especially now that I have my cute box purse.
*damnit!*
But my new bag is cuter, and anyway I can't take it back because the tags are off and I've been using it all day. So, HA!
(My forgetfulness and foolishness together conquered my budget, and I feel like *I've* triumphed. Huh.)