It’s true, it’s one of the hundreds of things I learned from Nancy Drew. Nancy also taught me to call a regular purse a “hand bag” which, I think, sounds way fancier and a purse with no straps a “clutch”. I also learned how to signal SOS with a flash light and the importance of hair pins in picking locks. So you can see she was vital to my up bringing.
Any way I have had the same change purse for ten years. I like it so well that I have forgone buying certain wallets because they had built in change purses and I liked mine so much better. It is so fancy and every time I use it I feel like I stepped out of the pages of a Charlotte Bronte novel and should be wearing gloves.
See isn’t it pretty? I love the clasp. It’s one of those things that just makes me happy. Yes, I know it’s strange that these little things make me happy. I know it’s weird that I think pulling dimes and pennies out of a change purse is way more exciting then a plane old wallet pocket. But this one is covered in needle point!
Ok, so how did I get this change purse? Was it given to me by a secret admirer? Nope, I stole it from my sister ten years ago. Well sort of. My sister Courtney was in China teaching and preaching (did you know I had a sister that used to live in China? Isn’t that just so cool? I’ve made it all the way to exotic Maine…) Where was I again? Oh yea, so my mom was cleaning or doing laundry or something and found it laying around and thought it was mine so when I got home from college one weekend I found it on a pile of clean clothes (thanks for doing my laundry mom). Now don’t go thinking I was all innocent I totally knew it was Courtney’s but she was in China, I was pretty sure she never used it and I really liked it, had a few pennies that could go in it and, finally, I was pretty sure she wouldn’t mind me “borrowing” it.
And, I’ve used it faithfully ever since until a few months ago while in the midst of grocery shopping the clasp broke off! I actually cried out (which totally freaked out a couple of our high school girls who were with me). I continued to use it but every time I opened my purse (I mean hand bag) all my change was rolling around the bottom. Finally, I had to admit it was no longer doing it’s job so I began a search for a new change purse. A normal person wouldn’t have to look that hard but before I could relegate my old faithful stolen friend to the toy box I had to find a suitable replacement. I found this one at Your Local Yarn Shop here in town. It’s cute unique and very useful but it’s doesn’t have those cool little clasps just a zipper.
Farewell vintage change purse I will miss you…