You will be happy to know gentle reader that I listened to your advice and I got THE PURSE.  (Yes, in my head I still use capital letters when referencing to my new handbag.)

This beauty is big enough to hold my camera, a book, many coupons, and enough fruit snacks to quiet my ravenous children at snack time.  (I like to throw the fruit snacks at my offspring and pretend I’m a zookeeper flinging fish at dolphins.)

I’m wild about its color.  Yes the purse is orange, which is rather bold for me.  But it’s a softer orange.  And it feels so smooth and creamy when I touch it.  Several times a day I find myself walking over to the purse and rubbing it.  Which makes me sound, gentle reader, like I am a handbag molester, but I promise you I’m not.

I absolutely love this purse with my whole heart.  It makes me feel young and hip and attractive.  It is worth every penny I spent on it and I spent more pennies on this purse than any other handbag I’ve ever owned.  But I am delightedly shocked at my small decadence.  It was truly a non-frugal moment and while it scared me a little at the cash register, I loved the sheer recklessness of it all.

Obviously I am a strange creature.  Who is cheap, so very, very cheap.

My brief monetary bravado reminded me of a scene in Tombstone with Doc Holiday.  While Holiday is fleeing town after cleaning up during a poker game, he tells his lady friend,  ”let’s not bother about the luggage.”  They’re just going to buy completely new things with their winnings in the next town they arrive in.  So brash, so impulsive, so Doc Holiday.

I adore the movie Tombstone.  It is probably the best Western of all time, (sorry Mr. Eastwood but it’s true.)  It is also one of the most quotable movies ever (“I’m your huckleberry.”)  Not to mention, it is filled with attractive, sexy men.  (All except Bill Paxton who is most definitely not sexy, nor will he ever attain sexiness.)

All those good looking men swaggering around with cowboy hats on.  And their mustaches…  those sexy, manly mustaches.

<Long pause while the author contemplates appealing facial hair.>

Whew!  It’s getting a little warm in here.

Thanks for listening to me ramble gentle reader, but I must bid you adieu.  I need to check on my purse and rub it once or twice.  Then I’m off to find my husband and convince him to grow a mustache.