What to do if you wake at 3AM and can’t go back to sleep? Here’s a thought — get up and sort something out. For example, these purses came from a deep dark corner of my closet, the result of an early bird cleaning session.
Some I’ve carried, and (good grief!) some still have the tags.
My favorite purse was one I bought on a trip to Rome, longer ago than I care to admit. It was a man-purse. Sam tells me this is now referred to as a murse (not to be confused with a male nurse), or better yet, a satchel. Back then, only Italian men were brave enough or stylish enough to carry handbags, and theirs had all these great pockets and card sleeves and zipper compartments that were then lacking in women’s bags.
Here’s my man-purse with the back flap open to show a few of the compartments – I used it until it was shabby and had to be mended. People told me that I looked like a meter maid when I carried it.
A few years later, womens’ purses with pockets caught on here in the States. I bought one, then apparently became fearful they’d go out of style and I’d never find another, so when they went on sale, I “stocked up”. Either that, or they’ve been breeding in the back of the closet ever since.
Admission: that first photo didn’t include the worn out purses I found. Yes! Somehow worn out purses got saved too. Was there anything in them? — well, um, yes.
Among other things… Two membership cards to the now-defunct Hollywood Video, a boarding pass, two fortunes, and a partly used packet of 32 cent stamps (I looked it up — U.S. 32 cent stamps were in use from 1995-1999).
Assorted packets of stevia and one of now-petrified honey didn’t make it into the photo.
That’s all from my closet purse-museum. If I wake up tonight, it’s back to the file cabinet for more papers to shred — that closet is way too embarrassing.
What have you found in your closet lately?
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