Hot Pink Purse

Yesterday, I purchased for myself a large, beautiful, shiny, hot pink purse!

It has been a long dreary winter here in Wisconsin. When I saw that purse displayed on the store shelf, all memory of the cold and snowy winter was erased, and replaced with hopeful thoughts of spring and summer. Just looking at it boosted my mood.

I don't think my husband likes it though. Well, I'll let you draw your own conclusions by sharing his comments upon seeing it sitting on our bedroom dresser. He emerged from the bedroom asking, "Who killed the Pink Panther, skinned it, and left it's hide laying on my wife's dresser?"

Well, just like women will never understand a man's need for power tools, gadgets, and electronics; I guess men will never understand a woman's desire for shoes and purses.

However, I have to admit, as much as I love the purse, it is a little impractical. I ran to the local Dollar General this morning in my sweat clothes and noticed the hot pink purse didn't exactly go with my red Nike outfit. I had to improvise by just taking my wallet into the store with me. But when I got back in the car and saw that beautiful purse sitting on the seat next to me, I was still glad I purchased it.

Yes, my husband may always conjure up visions in his head of the Pink Panter being slayed whenever he sees my purse, but a little imagination never hurt anyone. So, as I am happily toting my new purse along into the next two seasons, I will take the time to think about of all the fun I have brought to my husband's internal thoughts in the process. I will think of him and giggle, too!