Everyone’s got their obsessions. Those indulgences that they allow themselves. Some ppl have a better handle on these indulgences than others.

I used to be one of those out of control ppl when it came to handbags. I used to buy them constantly. And I loved them. I mean loved them. I didn’t discriminate; I loved all kinds of bags. Backpacks, totes, handbags, clutches, wristlets, pocketbooks. Oh, I remember this incredible vintage black pocketbook I had bought b/c I thought it looked sooo sophisticated, and it went fabulously w/ my black & white outfit I had picked out for the Prince show.

But I’m better now. I don’t buy nearly as many as I did before. Granted, the ones I buy now-a-days are way more expensive, so I really appreciate them. I’ll spend weeks going to different places (real & online shops), looking for a bag that meets my requirements. I always have some specific requirements it’s gotta meet in my head. A specific purpose for each bag.

Anyway, the point of all this is, I’m giving them all away. Well, all the ones I bought between the ages of 18 & 25 (the ones I bought from 13 to 18 were given away a long time ago). The Federation for the Blind ppl are stopping by 1st thing in the morning on January 13th, and picking them up. Some visually-impaired folks around Cleveland are going to get some very lovely accessories soon. I even put coordinating wallets in some of the bags.

It’s a bittersweet moment. But it’s time to part ways. They were bags that I used all the time, but took such good care of, they look brand new. But I haven’t used them in a while. And someone should have them. So, now they’re all boxed up & waiting by the front door to be put out on the porch & be delivered to their next life. Sigh.