An Anti-Handbag Girl Changes Her Tune

When I was a little girl, I had my purse stolen at least a dozen times. I’m not sure you can even call it stealing, though; it was more like I'd forget I had a bag with me and leave it some place. One time, a kid took the money out of my purse while sitting next to me at McDonald’s. Michael Kors Canada I was aware that he was looking at me weird, but completely oblivious to the thing that was holding all my valuables.

Handbags made me feel weighed Michael Kors Outlet down, annoyed, and it's no wonder I was losing them constantly. Carrying a purse just does not come naturally to me. I'd much rather stuff everything into my pockets, no matter how hard my mom tried to break me of this habit. All I wanted to do was run around with my brother and his friends, and a purse was not conducive to that in any way.

In college, my friends constantly warned me that I'd lose my ID and money by carrying it to the bar in my back pocket. Surely they didn’t know my history and that the best way for me to lose something was to put it in a purse. We agreed that I'd just put my stuff in their bags for nights out. (Thanks for that, guys.)

When I moved to NYC, well Michael Kors Outlet on my way to adulthood, things got real. I no longer had a car in which to leave my stuff, and the consequences of losing things had gotten much worse than they were in that McDonald's all those years ago. There was no way around it: If I wanted to get to work, run errands, or go out, I had to carry a purse.

The most annoying part of this realization, though, came when I peered into my closet to find one. My collection consisted of going-out clutches (the few I hadn’t previously left in a velvety booth somewhere), one shoulder bag I had picked up at Target years ago, and a giant North Face backpack. I had to go with the shoulder bag, since carrying a clutch to work lends the specific impression that you did not make Michael Kors Outlet Online it home the night before, the backpack one of a camping yen.

The short version of the story is that I made it to work, and my bag continued on the E train to Queens, which I think is the moment I hit rock-bottom in my purse saga. It had become clear that if my belongings were not somehow tethered to my body, they may not end up where I need them — with me.

I get that this all makes me sound spacey. And, maybe that's true, but I'd also been enabled by all those friends who resigned themselves to toting my things. Michael Kors Outlet Stores It may also seem like I'm a handbag hater, but that's simply not the case. I drool over buttery leather and hand-sewn seams. I covet a glamorous, luxury bag — but have accepted the truth about myself, that it just has to be convenient to tote around or else it won't work for me. This odd set of circumstances has made me a bit of an expert at finding beautiful — and practical! — purses.