My new purse
It all started with a conversation at work. I spoke with my VP who has the same doctor as I do. Laurie Burgess and we love her.. She is amazing. Her office is located right next door to the Jelly Cupboard and we talked about how it is a given that after your appt, you always take a walk through the Jelly Cupboard. (no website, sorry) Then Linda said, and after my "yearly" sparkle appt, I always treat myself and buy a little something there. Friday was that very appointment for me, and afterwards, off I trudged through snow banks over to the store. I spied the purses when I walked in, but didn't give them another thought, because I am sort of anti-purse in my heart, and the cost was not in the "a little something" range. The usual walk about was fun with a few new things in the very back, and there is a whole stand of WHITE dishes which I love browsing though. And with "a little something" in mind, I picked up every last little trinket I saw to see if it would do. But that purse kept showing up, and I actually picked it up and loved it. I put it down and moved on. Just then, a woman comes around the corner holding another purse and asks the lady at the cash if there are any other colors. She was holding a black one with green flowers. The cashier said no... and I thought she must have missed the two I was standing in front of. So I pointed them out to the woman. She picked up the orange one, put it down and picked up mine instead. That's when I got all fired up. She now had my purse. The first purse I ever really liked. So there she was, sauntering around the store with my purse. I continued to browse but my eye never left the woman. She returned to the green one and picked it up and held them side by side. I started to move in. I watched as she sat mine down and picked up the green one and the orange one. She sat down the orange one, and carried the green one away. I moved in and grabbed mine. I continued to walk about the store satisfied that even if I didn't buy it, she wasn't gonna either. As I walked, I put it on my shoulder, then I laid it down to see if it flopped over, then I opened it and put my new palm wallet in the side pocket to see if it fit. My celphone fit too. Then I walked upstairs with it and looked in the mirror at the top of the stairs. I am not actually sure how you shop for a purse, but I know that those three things mattered to me. But there was the issue of the "a little something" price limit. Here's the thing. Laurie has been my doctor for 16 years. That is 16 annual check ups. And I have never really bought "a little something" for myself. Soooooo
Everyone.... here is my 16 years worth of "a little something" pap purse.! Outside and In!!