Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Losing a Little Piece of Me

My purse died recently. To some people that may not mean much, to me it was a very sad day. I have had this purse for almost 21 years. I purchased it on sale (of course!) at Myers all those years ago. It was a lovely plain black leather purse with minimal card holding capacity, for in the dark ages plastic cards were not that common. A compartment for my coinage and allocated space for my ¨folding money¨.

It fitted perfectly into my hand, the black leather worn to buttery softness as it almost never saw the inside of a bag, as I am not a bag person. If it doesn´t fit into my purse or jeans pocket then I don´t carry it.

Even with being held almost every day come rain, hail or shine the leather still maintained its integrity, a sign of a quality build. But even that quality build will at some time come unravelled as something challenges its integrity and staying power. That something was coins. Yes, the coin compartment of my purse burst it banks and would blindly and shamelessly share my tinkling wealth with the outside world. With my heart in my mouth I carefully inspected the inner workings of my beloved purse to see if surgery was an option. If we can put a man on the moon, surely we can repair my purse?


Don´t we?

Alas, we do not. The whole purse would have the be taken apart and the clasp and leather reunited. A huge undertaking and no one could offer the guarantee that she would be as good as new. It was with a heavy heart and a little tear in my eye that I removed my valuables from her and laid her to rest.

Such a faithful purse, a dogged and sturdy performer under pressure and at play. She has been with me through thick and thin, travelled the world seen many a sight that other purses do not see as they live in a bag. She was a well rounded purse. She was a purse who had lived life to the fullest. There are not many purses that can say that!

Goodbye my lovely purse, you shall never be forgotten. Any purse I have from here on will have big shoes to fill.

Vale Daffodil´s purse.


  1. Use her leather and make her into a keyring - then you will give part of her a new life for time to come: it's like an organ donor - giving life after her death. FMx

  2. I really feel for you, i see all most everything and see it all has a story. i totally understand.

  3. Awwww vale indeed. Your little friend was incredibly loyal over all those years! Time to let go. I know what you mean though.

  4. Thanks everyone. I really do miss her and the search has not been successful. Stay tuned for that post.