In the new.
This is not easy. Today I bid farewell to my most favoritest fabulousest bestest yellow purse. It's time.
My yellow bag is just one of far too many purses that I own. But, still. It was number one in my heart. It's held numerous wallets, various cell phones, bottles of vodka, bottles of baby formula, cameras, amazing pens, crappy pens...it's even been spilled in. And yet it lived on all these years.
You can't really tell in the picture, but it's in bad shape. It's torn, stained, scratched, peeling. A beautiful memento of all our wonderful years together.
If you know me, you know I grow attached to objects. This purse is no exception. I transferred all my crap into my new orange purse last night and put the well-loved yellow purse by the door to take out to the garbage. It hasn't moved.
I may have to call in backup to throw out my purse. Yep.
Sigh.
The orange purse is just lovely, but no one tops my yellow friend. This is just the beginning. Pretty soon here I'll be selling my beloved ride, Mr. Pickles.
Don't even get me started on how sad I'm going to be to not have that car in my life anymore.
Change. I'm coming for you.
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