My new purse

I bought a new purse today at Macy's and I found one that seems to work for all my needs. I need it to be big enough so that I can put something random of Ellie's into it, like a toy or a small stuffed animal. It also has to be big enough to fit a couple of small books. I don't want it to be so big that it's cavernous and my wallet and cell phone fall down to the bottom never to be found again. I want lots of compartments so that each of my most-retrieved items will live in its own section and I can grab what I need in a second.

I also need a long handle so I can throw it over my shoulder when I need both hands and I want it to be sturdy enough that it won't break for years and I want it to cost less $50. And I want it to be nice looking.

So today I went to Macy's and Nana had a coupon for $10 off an item and Macy's was having lots of sales anyway. The purse I found was originally $75, marked down to $45 and with my $10 off became $35. Awesome.

I bought it and immediately brought it to where we were sitting in the mall. Then I pulled everything out of my homemade tote bag that I've been using and carefully placed the items into my new purse.

I could feel myself becoming a new woman as my things moved from one bag to the other. I can just see the kind of woman I will become. I will become the kind of woman who will spot something in a store that would make the perfect gift for someone far away and who will immediately pull out a pen and appointment book to make a note of it for future reference. I will become the kind of woman who will then check that appointment book later and see that note.

I will no longer be the kind of woman who waits until she gets her coke and fries at the food court to write the note in a section of the appointment book that she never reads and then accidentally leaves the book on her tray and dumps it into the garbage can with her empty fry container.

I will become the kind of woman who keeps track of her faraway friends' birthdays and will have lovely wrapping paper stored away in her home to wrap those special gifts and plain but appropriately sized boxes to mail them off in.

I will no longer be the kind of woman who attempts to mail a package in an empty Jose Cuervo box only to be informed by the postal worker that you are not allowed to send things through the United States Post Office in a box that once contained alcoholic beverages.

True, I may not be that person now. But I can tell that soon, and with the help of this purse, I will be.