is a single mama in the city, super-savvy editor, writer, video host and shameless shoe whore.
Why yes, this is the gift I got myself for Mother's Day
Thursday, May 21, 2009 If you haven't seen it already, I've probably whacked you
with it trying to make my way to ginormous boxes of Kleenex at Jewel or doing a
quick-step through the aisles to see if the too-high shoes are still in stock. Sorry about that.
It really is a bit too big, but the lovely little zipper pockets and pretty
print lining make all that room and "So sorry, so sorry"-ing I've
been doing in public since I started carrying. I bought it with the intention
of having it on hand as a little overnight or carry-on bag, but then I got to
excited to stash it in the closet. Plus, there's one whole side that is, as I
type, holding:
* 3 Transformers
* 1 bag of cheesey pretzels
* 1 camouflage-print junior baseball glove
* 1 medium-sized cosmetic bag filled with restaurant crayons, some of the
hundreds of pencils acquired at birthday parties and preschool class functions,
Wet Wipes, stickers, old business cards perfect for scribble defacing, and hand
sanitizer
* 6,000 announcement sheets and Scholastic order forms stuffed in Lil E's
preschoool cubbie
* 5 miniature Star Wars figures -- Young Obi-Wan , Captain Jag and Paycune(could that
possibly be right? I spend so much time talking about this stuff, I just do not have the energy to Wikipedia it...again), Anakin and R2D2
That doesn't even count the many shades of lip gloss, receipts, BlackBerry,
cell phone, water bottle, wine opener (not normally in my purse, but as a
just-in-case for a BYOB trip last week), CD mixes to try to remember to play in
the car, and too many fuzzy, bent up, barely legible Post-Its -- all over on my
side of the bag.
It has that funky and fabulously out-of-budget Orla Kiely vibe (and might
actually inspire me to hunt down some of the Target wares that I swear were taken out
of the kitchen cabinets of my family's one-step-up-from-camping hippie farm
weekend house we shared with four other families in the 70s and 80s...and
speaking of, where is that set of happy face tumblers?). My bag is by Franco
Sarto (also a brand to love). Although it retails for $79, far less
spendy than Orla Kiely handbags, I got it for (eeee!) 40 bucks on clearance at Marshall's. FORTY BUCKS!
So yes, I am happy to haul little boy gear and cheesy whatnots in it with my lip
gloss set that cost almost as much as the whole mama purse. And I am very happy
I bought it for myself to celebrate working hard, loving big, having fun, and
the damn Potocin that was force-pumped into my veins in this journey through
motherhood.
If you like, it will be my pleasure to show you how thrilled the bargain and
bag by accidentally knocking you out of my way or carrying any Star Wars crap
you have shoved in your pockets.
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