The gift

I can't remember the last time I bought a purse...it's been so long since I've even gone looking for one. To tell you the truth I actually hate buying them...looking through a ton of different styles, colors, endless pockets...in fact I avoid that part of the store like a plague. Trying to find the 'one' that will work for you and, let's be honest, one that compliments and completes you... too much pressure for me. Now you may wonder how old the purse is that I use now and you might be shocked to find out that I get a new purse probably two or three times a year!?... How? Well I have a certain older sister who has taken it upon herself to supply me, ever so often, with an adequate purse. I haven't quite figured out what brings on the desire to buy me a new purse...I think sometimes because the one she bought wasn't her color so she passed it along to me, other times, there was a good sale on purses perhaps a BOGO! Whatever the reason my sister has rescued me from the dismal task of picking one out for myself. So what did she get me for my b-day? Apparently I needed a new purse! The funny thing is that I actually did...I had found a hole in the bottom of one of the pockets only a few days earlier. Then a few days later she came in with another bag and said...Merry Christmas! She had MADE a bag for me but forgot it give it to me in December! Which is going to work great for singing time stuff! Maybe she's more in tune to purses than I realized! Ü Saved again. Oh and did I mention that the purses are always way cute?