I have a huge confession to make.
When we were on spring break, I told Shawn I just had to have a new purse. It wasn’t just any purse either, what I had to have was a new Coach purse. I didn’t have anything particular in mind, but I wanted something that would go with almost everything.
When I got to the store I went round and round several times. I couldn’t decide. I was almost going to settle on a black one, but black doesn’t scream spring and summer at all. So, I went the complete opposite route, and got a white one.
If you think that’s the confession, you’re wrong. The confession is this: When I took these photos it was the first time I had even taken the purse out of the bag! Yes, this is horrible, I know. I do have good reason though, trust me.
The very night I got the purse, Shawn was all “Come on, put your stuff in it! Aren’t you going to use it?” I thought about it, and then told him I wanted him to spray it with leather protector when we got home. But, then we got home, and I looked at the care instructions which explicitly said “Do not spray purse with leather protector.” Hmm…okay.
This is when I started getting nervous. This is when I started regretting the white purse. Honestly, it’s not just the purse, I have an overall fear of wearing or having anything white. I would love love love a pair of white jeans, but I have never owned a pair. I can’t, I just can’t. Why? Well, because of something that happened in high school.
Even though I didn’t see it happen, I remember this very vividly because I remember feeling horrible for this girl. It was the spring of my senior year. I was waiting for my boyfriend after school, and when I saw him he had this big smile on his face like he had something great to tell me. So, he comes running up to me and says:
“You’re not going to believe what happened in English class! Lucille got her period all over her white jeans! Hahaha, Lucy Lucy with the red pussy!”
Ohmyword. Is that every girls worst nightmare or what? Now, clearly I don’t think I’m going to get my period on my white purse. However, I do have visions of my children spraying ketchup on it, or manhandling it with chocolaty fingers.
So, I really need your help…how can I get over this? I feel like I’m nanoseconds away from Shawn accusing me of wasting money on a purse that I won’t even use. While that is true, his argument wouldn’t be that strong, since his sound bar didn’t even fit in our entertainment center!