But wait, it get's worse. Not only do I want one of every style and fabric but I want all of the accessories too, the wallets, the cell phone cases, the change purses... I even like to change my bag with the seasons, with my outfits, with my daughter's dirty diapers... The problem is that when I switch bags, I always forget something important. Like my wallet! On more than one occasion I have had to be escorted home by the military police because I left my ID and license behind. I have done this so many times in fact that my husband now has one of my ID's in his wallet just so we can get on base when I forget my wallet (notice I said when not if or in case). And once I went to a tattoo parlor (yes to get a tattoo) and forgot my wallet. As I was sitting there digging through my purse I managed to pull out a toy remote control, a pacifier, a set of teething rings, my daughter, a pair of baby socks and a sippy cup-but no wallet. Ok, so I didn't really pull my daughter out of my bag in a tattoo parlor-what kind of mother do you think I am? I just wanted to make sure you were paying attention. But I sure did look like one cool Mama pulling out all of these baby items in the middle of a tattoo parlor. I think I lost all my cool points with this one. Needless to say I walked out with no tattoo or pride left!
Ok, back to my bag obsession. Just to add fuel to the fire here, my friend Sarah at the Pitter Patter Boutique has added the cutest darn bags to her collection, called Frenchy Bags, and I think I am going to have to have one in each design. She made me this one to try out her pattern:
What is a girl to do with such an obsession???? Get a job, perhaps? Sarah, are you hiring? I can't sew worth a damn but I have a knack for shameless promotion, don't ya think?