My new purse
Originally published at Morbid Romantic. You can comment here or there.
I have a purse collection. I don’t make a habit of disclosing this information because I like to keep a good balance between my girliness and my nongirliness. Too much of one or the other is not a good thing. If I start to feel too girly, I start to feel like my identity as an anti-girl is threatened. I spent a good portion of my life rejecting pink and pretty, yet the older I get the more I like it and I am trying to find my comfortable spot in all of this.
But, I love purses even if I don’t use them. Some purses I’ve never used and some I use until they fall apart. It’s all a matter of whim.
I saw one today that I had to have and someone bought it for me as a gift:
This is the perfect holiday addition to my collection, which I can use and enjoy every October without shame. I’ve always wanted a coffin shaped purse and now I have one. It was even on sale. SALE. One more thing taken off of the list of things I want to own and do before I die. Yes, owning a coffin shaped purse was and is that important to me.
Coffin purse down, an entire life time more of stuff to go.