My new purse

In honor of the anniversary of my mother’s death… a woman who could out shop anyone I know except her daughter Judy… I bought a new purse yesterday.  Now I own two purses if you count the one I’ve carried for five years that I dare not show up East with again for fear my sister will burn it while I sleep.

OK, I’ve got the purse. Now all I have to do is find shoes and one outfit to match it and I’m ready for the family wedding in August. Unless, of course, they relent and give in to my whining about how hot and humid it will be in Pennsylvania in August and let me show up just wearing the purse and a fan.