general Bag problems

Posted August 14, 2007 • Comments Off on Bag problems

I need a tiny little bag to hold … personal items … in my purse. I have a tiny Crown Royal bag I usually use, but the drawstring broke like two years ago, and it just doesn’t work, and I can’t find anything else. Tonight I was in the process of moving between purses, because most of the beads have come off that Old Navy one and over the last two weekends of outdoor activities I was using my new Coke backpack, and neither of those is really suited to things like going out to dinner at Corduroy on Friday, which we are totally doing.

So I decided to go back to my square brown purse, which I love, because it’s bigger inside than it is outside, and I started looking through my bags for something to replace the Crown Royal bag. And I discovered I have a problem.

In the front hall, waiting to be unpacked from the COF-a-Que, are the Coke backpack, a big orange beach bag, and the shockingly useful blue velvet bag I got for nearly free from Dove.

Upstairs in the hall closet are two Strand bags, the blue beaded purse I bought at the Chelsea flea market in June, the giant teal bag I also bought that day, the black Coach wristlet that was my bridesmaid gift, the brown leather drawstring purse I barely use except for the renaissance festival, a ridiculous safari print camera bag, my old black leather computer bag, much actual luggage, and nothing useful to me just now.

Downstairs in the closet under the stairs are my Ecuadorian bag, the blue fake-alligator bag I won at Timber’s baby shower, the black clutch I bought for Cindy’s wedding, the rainbow bag containing my bowling shoes, several plastic bags from the Apple store, my beautiful red leather Levenger briefcase, my beautiful orange Levenger totebag that smells kind of funny, my computer bag, my computer sleeve, my keyboard case, a craft-store totebag containing a long-idle cross-stitch project, and goodness knows what else.

Out in the storage closet on the deck are an ancient reversible cloth bag, a green Perry Ellis America wallet I thought was great when I was about 19, a tiny totebag from a 1980s visit to Harborplace that would do fine if it closed, my canvas beach bag with the bamboo handles that I got for free, more actual luggage, and a milk crate containing my first Coach purse, a terrible suede wallet from the 70s with mushrooms painted on it, a pebbled plastic totebag with a map print on it that I loved so much I repaired the strap with staples, and a computer backpack I don’t remember obtaining.

And probably more, because I did all that from memory.

I don’t quite know what to do. Every one of those purses and bags has a usefulness to it, except maybe the ones out in that milk crate, and almost every one of them has some associated memories.

But not one of them fits my needs today. So I think—and I hate this—I need yet another bag. At least I have options to replace the one that broke.

In related news, while I was reaching into each one of these bags looking for a smaller bag, I kept finding stuff. I found a quarter. I found the shoulder strap to my favorite suitcase. And I found a receipt.

From Disneyland.