Tuesday, December 14, 2010
I was five-years-old, and the proud owner of a pink patent pleather purse (say that five times fast!). One random afternoon, my "friend" wrote her name, which I've since blocked from memory, on my treasured purse in CAPITAL letters with pen. I shudder at the thought.
Suffice it to say that the inked offender was forever shunned from that day forward by the entire first grade of Crailsheim American Elementary School. Let it be known that I did not call for the ostracization, but rather it was led by a member of the "Jennie Howe Fan Club." (And yes, I was an -ie Jenny in those days. Had to mix it up, you know.)
Whether it be cotton canvas, corduroy, sequined, leather or satin, Harper loves her purses. That girl was born to accessorize! And this girl hopes that girl won't get her pretty little feathers ruffled too badly if and when she finds herself in a situation like the one I mishandled twenty-five years ago. ;)