It had to go.
It had been my favorite, but it was way past its prime.
It was a gift from my eldest, with help from my youngest.
It was beautiful and perfect at one time, but not anymore.
The best purse I ever had was just falling apart at the seams...literally. The beads were leaving a trail everywhere I went. The lining was frayed along one end and so things were disappearing into the black hole, never to be thought of again. It was becoming a liability.
Today, Sr. Mrs. H wanted to go shoe shopping in Mobile. Mr. H was helping a friend move, so us girls headed to the mall. Sr. Mrs. H found the shoes she wanted. I wasn't interested in shoes, but ALL the purses were on sale. I decided to look around. And then I found it. I had seen some like it before, but they were too small. This one was perfect...or should I say purr-fect!