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It’s a wonder this relationship lasted this long

Lee St. John, a member of the National Society of Newspaper Columnists, is a #1 Amazon ranked humorous author. Look for her on Facebook, Twitter (@LeeStJohnauthor), and on her blog at www.leestjohnauthor.com.

I was once a purse girl and I’ve had my share of fashionable ones. But, today? Nah…
In the 1960s I had to have everything John Romain. His fashion was all the rage. In the fall/winter I carried a leather-handled and wool tweed mid-sized handbag with brass and metal studs and three interior compartments. In the summer I carried his Wicker Creel Purse. It really looked like a bait basket. Today several of these vintage handbags are offered on Ebay and the description reads, “…and very clean on the inside!!!!” Four – count ‘em – four – exclamation points.
Then in the 1970s it was everything Pappagallo. The Burmuda Bag was a hit because it was button covered with interchangeable covers. The handles were tortoise shell and covers ranged in design from Scottish tartan for fall/winter change-out, frogs on lily pads for Spring, Lilly Pulitzer’s watermelon pink with Kelly green piping (or visa versa), or madras plaid for summer. I shopped at the Pappagallo store on Peachtree Road habitually. Now with these used purses selling on various sites, the copy always mentions, “Clean inside.”
By the 1980s I was earthy and carried a Kilim designed pocketbook. It was a beautiful and unique bag made by the Iranian carpet company – Matt Camron. It had a drawstring and was fully lined. Ebay’s ad repeats – “clean.”
When the 1990s came along I was back in traditional mode again and was proud of my COACH purse. No-knock-off. I had a friend who was the rep for the company. Etsy has one just like mine and describes it this way: “Vintage Coach Willis Bag, British Tan Leather, Satchel Purse, Briefcase Style, Top Handle, Long Adjustable Strap, 1990s. Clean inside.”
2000s came along and by this time, I was considering why I wasn’t much in a pocketbook mood any longer and bought a Vera Bradley knock-off. It served its purpose but I was looking to breakup this relationship.
By 2010s, I was using the Wonder Bra Purse. My car and I drive to my location, I step out of it for my errands, step back in, and eventually drive home. My car has a visor mirror, a closed compartment behind the gear shift to keep things in like my makeup, a brush and my rollers – if I take them out of my hair at the last minute – a little square compartment for change that I use for lipstick, and with two cup holders, one can hold coupons, nail file, quarters, and even a Splenda packet for any non-sweetened drink I might purchase when I drive-thru. Tissues go in glove compartment. I mean, who needs a purse?
Oh – the best part…I keep my identification/charge cards (I only charge) in a money clip nestled in my bra. Car keys? Same place/other side. Phone? I carry.
I don’t want a purse for these reasons:
The bottom always is a dirty mess whether it’s my purse or someone else’s – eww! Partially wrapped gum, pennies, grit, wadded coupons, a French fry or two and such can be found, and it gives me the creeps just thinking about it.
I learned having a purse when shopping is inconvenient. What do you do with it while rummaging through clothes on a rack or display table? On your arm with a strap it’s in your way and you have to sling it away from you a million times or if you leave it in your buggie it might be stolen should you become distracted or walk away for just a moment.
I’m telling you, the Wonder Bra Purse IS a WONDER. Just don’t be on the receiving end watching me whip out my bank card for you when I charge my purchases.