It's time...

...for a new purse. It's definitely time. The one I'm hauling around is, at the very minimum, at least 15 years old. Probably more like 18, but the farthest back I can clearly recall is when my #1 grandson was still in his mama's tummy. She had one very similar and we kept getting them mixed up.

Funny thing is, other than being older than dirt and having a few minor wear spots on the exterior, there's really nothing wrong with it. The zippers still work, the inside lining/pockets aren't torn, and the strap is still attached. It doesn't even smell like smoke or have bits and pieces of tobacco living in the corners. I've got more wear and tear on me! And trust me when I tell you - I didn't spend big bucks on this thing either. Probably picked it up at JCPenney or Bon Ton or one of those places, but we're not talking Coach or Prada or Louis Vuitton here. How did I ever luck out and manage to find such a durable product?

There used to be a time, back in the day, when I was possessed of a bit more class and a lot more style. I changed purses like I changed underwear. Well, maybe not that frequently, but you know what I mean. My purses matched or coordinated with what I wore. Now, I haven't changed it in years and my trusty ol' black purse follows me everywhere, regardless of what I wear. Yep, it's more than served its purpose.

So, despite being familiar and comfortable with it for lo, these many years, it's waaay past time to suck it up, go shopping, and get myself a new one... maybe two. Frugalness is one thing, but this is ridiculous. Besides that, I'm really sick to death of looking at it... wanna peek?