Three Old Purses

Over 15 years ago, I bought a purse.

It must have been around the time that I comforted myself that I wasn’t spending thousands on a purse like Paris Hilton. Just hundreds. “Well,” I thought, “I will wear it for years, and it will all even out.”

And, it did. It has just recently begun to show the slightest bit of wear on a knotted loop where the strap attaches.

If I were to trash it today, it would have evened out to about $15 per year.

Sadly, this company doesn’t sell this exact purse today. That’s probably because when you open the purse there are slots for multiple credit / id cards nestled in the center. You Kids Today with your iPhones and your Apple Pay. You don’t want my card slots.

But I do. Therefore, thanks to Poshmark and eBay I now have more purses.

The two on the right aren’t knock-offs: they changed the clasp because of the wear pattern, and you see the two newer ones attach with a lobster claw instead of the loop that wore out.

So that’s another thirty years of purse there, each for an additional 60 bucks. Two bucks a year. Sweet.

And actually, I’m replacing that fragile loop on my original black purse with some braided craft leather, so I might not ever even need to use the two additional finds. I might die first.

I do also have a big heavy classic Coach purse (too big!), Mom’s wee little classic Coach purse (too small!), a satin evening clutch, a floral needlepoint purse with too-easy access, and of course the Big Rubber Chicken purse.

So I am set for every eventuality when it comes to purses. Never buying a purse again. It feels good.