Bags

It has been borne in on me for some time now that I am in need of some new bags. Handbags to be precise. I have bags for shopping, bags for precious writing paraphernalia, bags for re-cycling, bags for sports gear, etc. You get the idea. I also have a few handbags.

Now, I know these days ladies tote cavernous bags around with them, that so weigh them down it looks as if they are carting a small child around in them. They have a distinct thirty degree list to their gait, which I'm sure can't be good for the old vertebral column. and of course, said bag must lay claim to have issued forth from the stable of a 'designer'.

Am I missing something here? Now, I like items of quality with the best of folk, but I'm darned if my purchase if going to be dictated by the label on the product. Besides which, there are so many counterfeit products of famous labels in circulation these days, the bag/clothes/dress/shoes/jewellery could just be hot off the boat from anywhere.

As ever I buck the trend. This is not intentional I assure you. Quite the opposite. What I have realised over recent years is that I'm a bit of a dinosaur. By the time I have absorbed the details of a new fashion or trend and eventually decided I might like it and may even wish to try it, said fashion or trend has long fled, leaving me lamely in its wake, still dithering.

I do not think this is the problem when it comes to new handbags. I have a collection of three; brown, back and blue. These go with most of my attire and are just big enough to accommodate the essentials I deem necessary to cart around with me on a daily basis. Keeping to 'small' also keeps it reasonably light, bearing in mind the essentials these days include mobile phone, small dictaphone, diaries, plastic hacker-proof  card wallet, tissues, make-up, comb, etc.

I do not think I will ever be converted to the carpet-bag size designer bag. That is one fashion that will pass me by. Meanwhile, the need for new bags remain. The weeks go by and they remain the niggle in my life, the stone in my shoe. Proscrastination does not feature large in my life, but bags are one area where it does. For some reason I have to be in the mood  to go handbag buying.

Why? I know not. Trying on shoes or clothes are the scariest occupations of all. In comparison, buying handbags should be peachy and yet ... I can pass dozens of shops selling bags in all colours, shapes and styles and shy away like a nervous filly. As my friend Marion says, 'I have to get the signal.' I think she means being in the right frame of mind before a partiular task can be done.
And so it is for me when purchasing handbags. As yet te signal has not arrived, but it had better hurry up as all current bags are in a pretty dire state and liable to collapse any day now. The worst case scenario? The signal never arrives and the bags expire, leaving me a Dumfries & Galloway carrier-bag lady.