I love unique and unusual purses. I’m not a Coach, Kate Spade, Kathy Z. type of gal. A fact of which I’m sure Mr. Bernie’s wallet is very thankful. The purses I like are the kind that people have to ask questions when they see them. “Is that a purse? Is that dead armadillo a real purse? Can you really use that purse to make a phone call?” You get the idea. The answer is always, yes. My love of purses helped to name this blog.
A couple of years ago, Mr. Bernie and I went to dinner with his brother and the brother’s girlfriend. There was a wait, so the girlfriend and I decided to go outside to get some air. I was carrying my bustier purse and left it on the table. I told Mr. Bernie to “watch my purse.” He just gave me a nod, that was good enough for me. When I was outside our table was called. Mr. Bernie went into a panic, what to do about my purse being on the table and me being outside. The Mr. just sighed and stared at my purse. An old cowboy was sitting with his wife nearby. The cowboy looked at Mr. Bernie with an understanding eye and said, “Damned if you and damned if you don’t.” Mr. Bernie just smiled and said to the cowboy, “Well if I’m going to do it, I’m going to it right.
Mr. Bernie picked up the dainty blue and white bustier purse and slid it all the way up the crook of his elbow. He then did his best girly walk all the way to our table. His brother was walking about a mile behind him, not looking up at anyone. Mr. B. asked the hostess, “Do you think my purse matches my eyes?” She was a little taken aback, but agreed the blue did match his eyes. After she seated the Mr. and his brother, the hostess ran to get some of the other waitress’ to see his purse. He showed them the back and how it laced up, opened it up so they could see the inside and so on. By the time I arrived at our table, he had quite a little harem flocking around “his purse.” Bless his heart, he just smiled and flaunted it.
This was originally posted on the Lemon Tree Cards Blog