Yesterday, my friend Lois and I went to the big consignment sale at the Elm Grove Women's Club. It's a like a giant opening of your friends' closets, with all the good clothes, because this is a swanky neighborhood and rich ladies don't wear their clothes too many times before they get rid of them.
Even the running shoes were almost new. I wear mine for months, until my feet start to hurt, then toss them in the trash or use them for gardening, but I would never donate my old tennies because even The Poor don't want my nasty old shoes. They'd rather be barefoot.
I did get this little evening purse. When SH and I go to the theatah, we Dress. Even though other people around us are in jeans. I live my life in gym clothes, so I welcome the chance to wear a nice dress. But the big, everyday purse spoils the look. This purse is a little more fun, isn't it? And it was only $10. The question now is will there be room for the chocolate we sneak in with us?
I found a few things - two dresses, jeans. And a red purse.
I have been coveting a new purse for a long time. I am in year 3 of the crocodile-skin purse SH and my sister bid against each other for on eBay. It is time for a new purse, although this one has not worn out. I do have a white Dooney and Bourke summer purse I got last year at Goodwill, but I am feeling the need for a change. I need some color in my life. Time to be bold and say, "Begone!" with the safe, matches everything accessories.
My first thought was to go with the zebra-print purse Talbot's had last winter. I have been tracking Talbot's purses on eBay, but no zebra has appeared yet. Maybe that's not all bad. Sometimes, I need to be talked down from my ongapatchkeyedness. Left to my own devices, I would be in all animal print, all the time. My inner tacky is always dying to get out, but it is contained by my outer fear of being mocked by the cool women I don't know at the gym or the grocery store. Safer just to stick with plain, unpatterned clothes and modest jewelry.
My next thought was a red purse. Red. The new black. And there, like a sign from God, was a red purse at the sale. Red with turquoise blue insets in the sides. Oh so pretty. But - was it leather? I didn't know the brand (Hobo) and there was nothing inside that claimed leather materials. Usually, manufacturers want to assure consumers that a product is made of a nice material and not crap. But in this case there was nothing. I couldn't look it up because I don't have a google phone. Lois opined that it looked like leather - that vinyl is usually shinier. But I couldn't act. Couldn't risk $18 on something that might fall apart after just a little while.
So I put it back. Thought about hiding it. I would have hidden it, which I know is cheating, except there wasn't anywhere to hide it. I did tuck it way in the corner of the other purses, though.
When I got home, I looked up the brand. Guess what? It IS leather. I decided I had to have it. But not badly enough to return to the sale immediately. It will be there in the morning, I thought.
I looked everywhere. I looked under all the other purses. In the shoes. Under the scarves. It was gone.
Either someone else hid it better than I did or someone else bought it.
That [insert nasty name here].
Someone else who had the sense to say, "Eighteen dollars? That's only four in beer units."