hobo bag by scary_mary

My obsession with purses, handbag, tote bags, or whatever else you want to call the device in which you like to carry around your stuff is ridiculous. And this is known to retailers. As such, all day long I have been receiving coupons and advertisements by email and a lot of them include a photo of the hobo bag.

Click the ad, and there is always at least one description for hobo bag. Ack.

I get hung up on stupid things like names, and descriptions. When Billy Crystal said, “Sheldon? No, no. You did not have great sex with Sheldon.
…No, you didn’t. A Sheldon can do your income taxes. If you need a root canal, Sheldon’s your man, but humpin’ and pumpin’ is not Sheldon’s strong suit. It’s the name. ‘Do it to me, Sheldon.’ ‘You’re an animal, Sheldon.’ ‘Ride me, big Sheldon.’ It doesn’t work.”

I completely understood.

Meg Ryan & Billy Crystal by r9M

I declined to date an absolutely gorgeous and intelligent man once, because of his unfortunate name. Can you imagine, “Do me baby, Duncan?”

Not, gonna happen. That poor guy. I hope he changed his name. Or moved to England. And met some nice non-ridiculous women. As in, not like me and my friends. (In our defense, we were all 21. But you can see that I have not improved in this area.)

This is the same with hobo bag. I cannot carry it around knowing it is named after a vagrant. That and whenever I tell myself I am ridiculous and toss my keys, wallet and phone in one at a store to test my ridiculousness, they all fall to the bottom and disappear. It’s a black hole with a really bad name.

But I keep opening every email to look at the bags. Not all of them are hobo name or hobo shape – which seems to be somewhat subjective. And it has occurred to me that giraffe print is really in for handbags. And I own giraffe print fabric, and a bunch of handbag patterns (not hobo). Yeah me.

Except, of course, that I do not have any need whatsoever for another handbag. I would like a red one. And giraffe is fun. But I do not need one. I spent an hour Thanksgiving day looking for a small makeup clutch, that turned out not to be in the bin full of handbags at all. A clear sign that I should be giving them away, not making more.

I went handbag shopping at lunch instead of running to the craft store for a frame. Eating lunch at my desk, then running an errand did not sound fun.

The B. Makowsky bag I thought I wanted weighed a ton – so did a lot of his bags. Then I found one that was beautiful, and on clearance, but had a pen mark. The sales lady couldn’t get the mark off so she took it away. It was very disappointing.

Instead of a large bag that will fit my laptop, I got two small party bags. That’s what I call them anyway. They remind me of when I was much younger, thinner and better looking and attended parties. lol. Then I needed a small bag for just essentials like keys and lip gloss that I could wear crossbody and not lose. Now I want them because DD is older. So we can go to more outdoor events. And I don’t need to drag around a huge bag with diapers.

Of course, I have conveniently remembered that I still have a lovely bag that I bought in Italy that will fit my laptop. That is if I didn’t give it away in some mad attack of cleaning.

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