This is a little sad.
Today is the day
I ultimatively say goodbye
to my true everyday purse:
Big enough to hold my things
and some of Carolina's, yoga's and shopping.
The purse got its first kiss of death
in the Parisian metro
when it got caught and one strap tore.
I fixed it with a makeshift knot.
But this week another strap tore off
that couldn't be fixed.
A gift from my mother's
and I declutter it today.
Thaaaaaaank you
and Goodbye!
PS: As in life with things, most are replaceable,
I have heard of a new purse on its way to me.
