new bags

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These are my new bags.

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I can't tell you how happy I am to have new bags.

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I can't remember the last time I bought a new purse. It quite possibly could be while I was still a teenager, or at least before I started having babies.

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It was certainly time to go shopping.

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I went to this shop in Little Italy that Dori sent me too. I'd been coveting her new bag and wanted one of my own. The man at the shop was totally working it to sell me the whole store.

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He complimented my shoes (my $6 clearance deal at Target), kept calling me "sweetie" and tried to convince me that I was really buying the new Prada, rather than a cheap knock-off. When I didn't like one that he showed me, he responded, "Oh, yes, I know. You're much to classy for that one. This one over here...this one looks like you".

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Right, because he'd known me for about 5 minutes. At any rate, he gave me a deal because I bought two, and I'm more excited about them than I ever thought I could be about bags.

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I hate diaper bags. I love having a cute new purse big enough for my stuff plus a sippy cup, spare diaper, a couple toys and a bag of graham crackers.

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Church bags have always been an issue for me. I feel like we take our whole apartment to church each week. Since the addition of Lydia to our family, we've been either 1) taking two diaper bags, or 2) cramming the larger of the two so full that things fall out all around the building. The new church bag was fantastic on Sunday. I had everything we needed with room to spare. Oh, and it looked fabulous with my Sunday outfit.

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Thanks be to my great husband for understanding my need to feel like a woman and not just like a mom and being totally okay with me spending too much money on a new haircut, new shoes, AND two new bags all in one week.

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I'm a new woman.