I love this purse. Not because it’s a Coach, I don’t care about that, but it’s the perfect size, and shape, and color!!
And now, dun Dun DUN: it’s petered-out too! Poor petered-out purse!! A moment of silence please.
I ignored the stains inside.
I ignored the corners that were worn off.
But, I can’t ignore the zipper breaking! No! I really can’t take it anymore!! Even though I still kept on using it while the threads frayed more, and more, and more…. But when you can no longer ZIP the zipper?? It’s time to say buh-bye. As hard as it may be, and it’s really hard!! I have to “p word” it. I don’t wanna say the word in front of it. I would hurt its feelings. Oh, okay, I’ll spell it then. P-u-r-g-e. There, ya happy now? Good thing it can’t read!!
So, I had to make up my mind to
throw it away , get rid of it , let it goooooo. That was really hard for me! It’s been a good friend, and general carry-all for both of us, for years!
Now, where do I dispose of the body?? It’s certainly not trash! But, if even I won’t use it, then it can’t be donated!! Maybe recycling?? Or, do I cremate it, and carry its ashes to spread around the outside of the Coach store in Orlando??? Decisions, decisions, decisions!
Memorial: Melinda’s & Michelle’s mauve money-bag.