Small word of warning. If I get any extra words out on a blog don't expect them to be right. Or edited. Or correct. Or spelled correctly. I have to spend that energy on other projects and spend it I do. There was a great amount of energy spent at SIBA on those terrific interviews with Authors that you can find via the Radio page. And there was a great amount of energy spent in Panama City this past week speaking on behalf of the Bethal House for Women at a fundraising luncheon that was just delightful! And there was a good amount of energy spent on that novel in progress this am.
What do I not spend a lot of energy on? Shopping. I am not a good shopper. I have little time and patience for it. I particularly don't like shopping for clothes because that involves more time and trying things on and more shopping. BUT - I do love looking at leather handbags. I keep searching for the perfect bag like some woman might shop for perfect shoes (good luck) or the perfect man (stop now - just look for someone patient) or for the perfect vacation (it's a vacation - it's already perfect.) I want a bag that will hold everything. For ten years. And only look better. (Did I mention leather?) I'm like Indiana Jones searching for the Holy Grail. It's out there somewhere. I just know it.
So when I happened to pass this bag at Norstroms where I had gone to use the restroom and try not to look at the shoes or the $$$ as I walk out - I slowwwwed down. Then I stopped completely. And then I touched it, and picked it up. And the girl came over and said, "May I help you?" And I just said - "Now, that's a bag," the way some people might look at a horse, or say, "That's a fine dog you have there."
I craved it. And I put it down and left the store thinking about it. One - I don't have the money for it but that didn't stop me from justifying just how long a bag like that would last. I'm thinking until 2099.
My cousin, Deb always tells me to shop ebay. I tell her that me and ebay don't geehaw so good together. I always get something that doesn't fit or looks differently than I expect. But craving that bag I was drawn once again to shop on ebay. So late last night I signed on in hopes of finding that same bag only gently used and at half the price. Nay, nay. A quarter of the price. Instead, what popped up first was some kind of leather bag. It was big. It was brown, and it said leather. And it was sixty seconds from time running out with only 87 cents on the auction amount. I hustled and typed in 2 dollars. I couldn't help myself. I big, leather bag for 2 dollars. And before I had closed the laptop I had won. Oh yippie, me. I won, I won.
And then I saw the shipping charges. From Korea. And the small print at the bottom about a leather looking bag. That I have bought now. From Korea. That looks like no doubt, brown plastic.
So you will understand when you see me. Everything has a story. It's always about the story. In my novel, the main character carries a great, leather bag that will only look better with time. She didn't buy it on ebay. She doesn't have time.