As I was toting around my new accessory, I remembered the first work bag I bought for my teaching internship. It was a black, pleather messenger bag that had a compartment for files and I felt so grown up and purposeful carrying it. I was an adult, and my bag proved it.
And I can't help but smile this time of year at all the fresh, clean book-bags and lunchboxes, carefully adorned and filled by anxious parents and worn by too-small people. This bag has ballerinas and that one has Batman and each is a little representation of the wearer. Whimsical, adventurous, silly or studious: the things we carry speak to who we want to be.
I've carried plastic Barbie cases, and then little girl purses that resembled the style worn by grown ladies. I got my first "status" purse around 12. (Remember Liz Claiborne? Was that not the ultimate in Middle School Cool?) I moved on to the Jansport years of high school and college. I've never been able to drop triple-digits as an adult on some truly drool-worthy bags, but I happily received one on my most recent birthday.
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| The Liz Bag. Mine was beige. The first thing I put in it was Raspberry Extra Gum and daydreamed that I would snatch it as I ran to meet the The Man (Boy) I Loved In The Nick Of Time. I was 12. |
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| Pretty close the bag I carried in high school. Thank you, Ebay picture. |
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| My New Bag Identity- The Explorer Tote Crossbody. |
The bag isn't overly fancy or ornate-- it's made well, with strong materials. It's subtle and up for anything. And like those ballerina backpacks on mini-mes, this new bag exudes what I hope this next year is for a year-older me: stable, prepared, and ready for new things. And cute. Because above all, a girl wants to be cute, no matter the age. If clothes make the man, a purse makes the woman.
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