There is no saving grace in aging….
I am growing older. I don’t even need to look into a mirror for the obvious confirmation signs to be reflected back at me. When it takes nine plus days and I still haven’t bounced back from vacation mode – well, it’s simply telling – isn’t it?
Not only am I growing older but I am starting to feel ‘older’ which is worse. My relationship towards my possessions is now getting disturbing in that peculiar senior way. For example, I find the loss or aging of things most disturbing. Rather than greet it with a ‘hooray’ and see it as an opportunity to go out and buy new fun stuff; I mourn their loss/passing.
Case in point – my Roots Venetian Village flat bag is on its last legs. The inside lining is completely shot. I can no longer clean the stains off the outside the bag and the China Red dye is either bleeding off in patches or completely worn away at the corners. All of this wouldn’t necessarily put me in shelving mode but the shoulder strap is holding on with only a prayer and a miracle. Four years of toting this handbag every day through rain, sleet, snow and sunshine without a single thought to the rough treatment metered out…and now it’s finally succumbing.
I have travelled everywhere possible with this bag and everything fits in it – including a book and often lunch – plus a bottle of cognac. Okay, maybe a small bottle. I am trying to console myself with thinking thoughts about replacing it in dark chocolate brown or black but it’s not all that inspiring – especially when my mind drifts to the price of a new one. And if that wasn’t bad enough – apparently Roots has sold out of the bags…..
