I love purses.
Being the kind of person who likes to coordinate my accessories with my outfits, including jewelry, it is probably not surprising that I like to change purses as well. For a while, in my 40's I was getting all minimalist and trying to reduce the number of things I carried in my purse to the lightest load possible. I weeded out credit cards, eliminated "unnecessary" items and thought I had a pretty workable system.
Still things accumulated. I added the cell phone. I added a Palm. I added an iPod. I got an ITouch which allowed me to combine my Palm and iPod into one (smaller) unit. But I started having to carry more other stuff in my bag, stuff for G, stuff for me in case I had an allergic reaction, an impossible number of pieces of paper. Nothing was easy in my purse anymore.
I still managed to change purses pretty frequently, but the odds that I would forget something grew stronger.
Last week I solved all my problems; at least I solved all my purse problems. I bought a Purse Protector from my friend Lyn. Now I knew that Lyn had developed this purse organizer to solve her own need for keeping things together and changing purses so when I found out that they were finally available for sale I had to buy one, well actually two, as I bought one for my mom as well.
Now everything is organized. It can be opened up and made longer and flatter for those long flat purses I have. It can be separated for smaller purses. Best of all is that I figured out that I can leave my ipod and my cell phone in the purse protector and plug them in for charging/syncing without ever taking them out of the purse protector. I just plop the whole thing on the side of my desk, which happens to be right next to the purse-closet, plug them in, and the next morning I just grab the whole thing and pop it in my purse. I never leave without my cell phone anymore. I never get to a doctor's office and realize that I left my iTouch at home and with it my list of G's medications or my calendar.
When I went into NYC last week, I had everything easily at my fingertips, right where I needed it. No more fumbling at the newsstand at Grand Central because my wallet has somehow sunk to the bottom of my bag, no more riffling through my pockets trying to remember where I put my metrocard. Everything fits, everything is where it is supposed to be, I can just grab it and go without having to think about it, and somedays having one less thing to have to think about is very very good.
