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I love purses. Always have. They don’t have to bear the name of a famous designer. The only rule of thumb for a purse to be a favorite with me is that it must be big and not “understated.” The more vibrant the color or pattern the better. By the time I was in high school, I had discovered that purses could function as a “take-along filing cabinet” and a mobile medicine chest. That made my favorite accessory even more special (and useful) to me.

The very first purse I remember was made and given to me by my great aunt. I was four years old. It was just before Easter when she gave me a darling purse fashioned from waffle pique material. The bottom was scalloped, and those scallops were fastened around the purse with bright blue buttons. Blue yarn the exact hue as the buttons made “handles” that allowed me to open and close my beautiful gift. It is a good thing that little purse could be taken apart and washed, starched and ironed, because I used it in my play every day and then on Sunday, I carried it to church. It was a doozie. I credit that thoughtful childhood gift for being the reason I like purses so much.

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