Hello, my name is Kathy, and I am a bag lady.
You see, we visited the beach in Ecuador last week–our first trip to the coast since moving to Cuenca 11 months ago–an adventure in its own right, most would think. However, I had a victory that involved more than sand and surf.
I did NOT purchase a purse.
You see, “mi esposa” Sara says I’m a bag lady. Though she hasn’t indicated it’s terminal, she insists it’s a sickness, maybe even a curse. (I think, she exaggerates.)
I’ve written before about my advanced luggaging skills. I’ve even composed “A Beginner’s Guide to Becoming a Better Bag Lady.” I’ve posted about over-packing–both in the contexts of travel and moving.
Bottom line–I know bags.
However, I’ve only once before confessed the embarrassingly large number of purses and pouches I possess. And in the context of last week’s triumph over temptation, I thought I’d share again images of those carry-ables.
So, today I offer up again my guilt, a coutured confession, of sorts. I’ll even itemize it in images, bringing you 7 Signs of Bag Lady Chic.
1. The dress-up purse
Sara and I don’t go a lot of fancy places. We don’t eat out a lot, and we certainly don’t frequent many fine dining establishments. Plus, we’ve lived in a number of developing countries where the need for beaded bags hasn’t been enormous. However, there are a number of lovely restaurants in a city like Hanoi, even in a country like Haiti, so, I’ve needed a few.
2. The pouch
Sara laughs mercilessly at me, insisting that I, not only have too many bags, but I carry bags within bags. I think this demonstrates a keen lack of understanding on the part of a woman who wouldn’t be caught dead carrying anything and failure to remember my subsequent need to carry her cash and camera. I have to put her money and my makeup in something, don’t I?
3. The boarding pass and passport purse
Since I tend to fly a lot, I’m a big fan of bags just the right size to hold travel documents. We’ve all seen balding, old men with passport pouches slipped over their heads like over-sized necklaces–the ones that scream, “I”m on my first trip over-seas, and I have the passport to prove it.”
The bags I refer to here are variations on that theme, equally convenient and serving the same purpose. Only these have a little more style and a tad more ethnic funk.
4. Big Bag Bonanza
In case you hadn’t already guessed, I tend to carry a lot of stuff. This causes a problem every time I go almost anywhere—the grocery store, the gym, my mother’s house across town. I need a big bag to carry books, notebooks, pens, drinks, phones, wallets, makeup—maybe even a snack. It all adds up.
5. Phone Fun
Things might be simpler if I didn’t have to carry a phone on top of everything else. I like to keep my smart phone in an easy-to-access, separate pouch.
6. Book Bag /Laptop Case
When we moved to Vietnam, where there’s not an abundance of reading material in English, Sara bought me an e-reader, afraid I’d bring the inventory of a small university library along for the ride. However, not even a newer Kindle Fire with its browsing capabilities has cured my propensity to carry a laptop or too many books. And, unfortunately, I have the bags to prove it.
7. Doggie Bags and Drink Dispensers
I know most folks don’t traipse the planet, canine companions in tow, but Sara and I, for whatever reason, have moved our mutts with us to the furthest corners of the earth. And, always, these dogs want water. It is, indeed, a thirst-inducing, globe-trotting trek we, too often, find ourselves on. Inevitably, dehydrated dogs demand gear.
So, the happily-hydrated and well-bagged bottom line is this–
Sara insists this calls for an intervention. She thinks she’ll fix me–that she can help me “edit”—her word.
And maybe she’s right–right that the real problem involves my wearing such a surplus of bags–AllAtOnce!
But I’ll allow you to decide. Am I overly-pursed? And is this craze for carry-ables–sickness or curse–affliction or crime?
What do you have too much of?
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