I need a new handbag. I am a tad reluctant to start shopping for one though. Oh I love shopping and buying myself new stuff. But when it comes to handbag I always put it off as long as possible. There always develops a special kind of relationship between me and my handbags that every time I am forced to throw away the one currently-in-use, it feels like prying a part of me apart. It’s akin to bidding farewell to your best friend forever! The pain I undergo every time I do this is indescribable. Over the years my handbag use has been elevated to an art that, when buying one, I now have it down to a science. Once upon a time as a sprightly young teenager, all that mattered in a handbag was how attractive it looked. Functionality was a bad word for me! Why bother my pretty head :hide:about mundane stuff when all I carried were minimum cash, a handkerchief, and a small compact to powder my nose! Later, marriage added one more item - the house key! How symbolic! :biggrin2: When along with the titles of “wife and homemaker” came the responsibility of buying vegetables from the market my first condition in a handbag was set. To free both my hands to carry stuff, the bag should have a shoulder strap! With the addition of children another compartment was required in my handbags to house a small spoon, safety pins, tissues, band-aid, crayons, a small scribble pad, a toy, etc. My powder compact became even more compact. Moving to the US of A, it became imperative that the handbags came with a third compartment for my car keys, credit cards, checkbook, and driver’s license. My subsequent bags had additional pockets for my work id, a cell phone, a mini umbrella….. Once I bought a bag I thought was perfect; I had overlooked one important feature. It had only a single button flap for closure. During my frequent screeching halts for those naughty squirrels darting in front of my car, many a times this handbag had toppled over spilling all the contents. Never again a handbag without a zipper, I vowed. Every time I shop for that perfect handbag that befits me, err…my stipulations.... · First the bag must be the right size. Neither too big, nor too small; just right – yup, Goldilocks · Next, the appearance: it definitely has to be attractive – to me. · Third, it should have shoulder straps – adjustable the better. · It should have a minimum of three compartments. · It should also have a plethora of pockets all around the sides. · There must be a zipper for closure. · And above all the price tag should not leave a hole in my bank account! ....it takes me so long visiting a multitude of stores, and losing my self in amazon (.com), every time I am sure the planets would align before I can find it. Well… Now I am again reluctant to let my current handbag go. It is perfect. - It has two regular compartments and - A third big cavern that holds all my paraphernalia and then some! - In addition to pockets for my cell phone, foldable umbrella, and dark glasses, - It has pockets for my “oh-so-necessary” items – mints, rubber bands, Chap Stick, paper clips, mini stapler, stamps,....:spin - It has an adjustable shoulder strap - And can be fully zippered. - I love the color too …steel grey… subdued sophistication I call it!;-) - And above all this bag also hugs my hips snugly that I don’t look lumpy …hehe, vanity thy name is kkrish! Price tag you ask? :shhh::shhh:!!!! One day last week, searching for some change I couldn’t find any. Very sure I had heard some clinking I tried again. There, beneath the cheque book, that was beneath the credit card wallet, that was beneath my cash purse, beneath the appointment book, beneath the handy-dandy notebook…..I found a hole in the lining. After much wriggling I pulled out the errant coins, at least two handfuls! No wonder my bag was feeling heavy lately. How nice to lose weight this way. Hmmm, sigh, sigh, lucky bag! Last weekend placing my handbag in the airport security scanner I spotted a safety pin sticking out from a tiny hole in the bottom. Decision made – I am off to shop for my bag’s clone before this hole gapes open, leaving coins in my trail like Hansel and Gretel’s bread crumbs. :waveBye!