It was enough to make me want to turn around and run to the safety of the first floor, but I stayed strong.
I tease Mike about his tendency to save things (I may call him a 'hoarder') but he's really just sentimental and doesn't like throwing things away that mean something to him. I am the complete opposite--I hate having a bunch of stuff in the house and throw everything away.
But I'm hiding a dark secret; do you see that wooden chest behind the vacuum? It's hiding my guilty pleasure:
I'm addicted to purses.
It's sick. I have way too many. What's funny is I use the same tote for work everyday, and maybe one or two different clutches when I go out. Yet I can't bring myself to stop buying them or throw them away! But today I was going to put an end to the madness.
For starters, that chest is chipped and doesn't match anything in the house. I was using it when I lived alone and needed somewhere to store the purses. That needed to go. We have an ottoman with a storage base, so I decided to move them over there - -
Next I laid all of my beloved bags out on the floor and matched them up - black, brown, white, totes, clutches. My plan was to keep one of each color and to toss the rest; this was not an easy task! My inner hoarder came out as I rationalized keeping each of them:
"But I took this one out on my 21st birthday!"
"Maybe I'll need this for a fancy wedding!"
"The colors on this are so pretty!"
Eventually, I whittled them down to these select few:
It was excruciating, but it was for the best. No one needs 7 black purses. Or 4 tote bags with witty sayings on them. Or a clutch with a yellow sequined shoe on it.
What's funny is after all the money I've spent on these bags, the ones that I decided to keep were all really cheap or were gifts from other people.
Actually, that's not funny at all.
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