Note: Edited with a picture at the bottom.
I have entered into a scary, scary world.
A world of which I SWORE to myself that I'd never be a part.
It's a dark place here, people.
It's the land of the singular fugly purse (hereon known as SFPland).
I've always loved purses. I own roughly two million of varying sizes, colors, shapes, and designers (all fake, of course. Gotta love New York!). I take great pride in picking cool purses to go with my outfits.
Well, not anymore.
It's gotten to the point where I throw on clothes in desperation in the mornings--trying to find something clean, something dark that when the kids stain them, it won't show, something I can run around in without various body parts being exposed, you get my drift. Shoes? I've got them too! I love them! But instead of picking out the cute shoes, I throw on my grungy Birkenstocks and call it a morning. I barely brush my hair in the mornings (what's the point? It'll be messed up in twenty seconds) so a purse? Farrrrr from my mind.
It's really quite sad. I'm torn up about it.
Once I started nannying full time I gave up carrying small, cute purses every day. I used my BIG, usually-reserved-for-airplane-carry-on bags cause they'd hold a nice assortment of snacks, band-aids, changes of clothes, books, shoes, toys...everything I needed for a typical outing with my girls. (Now the atypical outings? Say, to the zoo? Yeah. I took a suitcase.)
Alas, my cute big bags have all worn out.
So I needed something else.
I considered buying a diaper bag, but most of them weren't big enough. And the ones that WERE big enough were very very expensive. We nannies aren't loaded, ya know.
So. I did the thing I'd always teased my mother about. I bought one cheap, big, plain black purse.
But it goes with everything, it's big enough to carry all the kids' (and my) stuff, and it's practical.
Did I mention it was boring?
But it sure is practical!
Here is the purse, per request. It's not TOO bad, but it's just nothing exciting.