Well, when I was in the market for buying a new purse I commissioned someone else to do it for me. And, the culprit was... My aunt. Who has always had fabulous taste. So. I trusted her.
She picked out a wonderful purse that met all my requirements:
1: Long Shoulder strap
2: Short Handles
The purse she found was one lovingly named BIG BUDDHA.
Just as Buddha's belly is large and round... so is this purse. Like Mary Poppin's tote, my Big Buddha purse can probably fit a small lamp and a potted plant in side with no problem.
Currently my keys are MIA. So... I dug through the belly of the Buddha to see if they had been consumed. I took my purse, dumped it out on the table and this is what I found.... smh (that means "shakin' my head" for those who don't know. Sometimes I google those acronyms so I don't sound silly asking)
- 2 Pens
- 3 packs of kleenex
- 1 pack of Boogie Wipes
- 1 pack of regular baby wipes
- (that means I had 5 OPTIONS to choose from when wiping a nose)
This is the handmade bean bag that I found... If it's your's I threw it away. I am so sorry.
I will make you a new one if you are upset enough.
Dutch's Well Check paper work... (see the %1? I will fill you in later)
Randomness from the depths of the Big Buddha Belly
Art work!! Most moms probably frame this stuff... my poor kids.
It was as if the Big Buddha purse has consumed little bits of my life and kept them for safe keeping, like a a little Buddha turned hoarder. Life can be messy. Life can be cluttered and disorganized. And for a mom who finds comfort in being OCD, that can be a bit overwhelming. But, I choose to look at the mess I had been carrying around with me for 2 months and laugh and enjoy the memory. Instead of dreaming of days of organization and I embrace these small moments of chaos. I try my best to savor them. To think on them and realize that these moments will be gone far to quickly.
I have emptied Big Buddha's belly, and organized it a bit. I am sure it will be another fun adventure when I clean it out 2 months from now and discover all the things it had accumulated.
(And for the record. My keys are still lost.)