And what did I see? A chicken purse staring back at me.
I popped into the local, coolness on a stick, downtown grocery/gift store, Smith’s Market, and there it was in all its bright, perky yellow glory. The Chicken Purse. Am I the last person on the planet to know such a thing exists?
Well, not the last, because I’ve been making it my mission to spread the joy of the chicken purse since then. It has been the subject of two Facebook posts and now a blog post. Others are enchanted with it as well. How can you not be, after all?
Why do I want a chicken purse? I don’t know. I just know it’s cool. Do I think it makes me cool to carry a cool chicken purse? No, it doesn’t work that way, unfortunately. Frankly, I’m not even sure I care about cool anymore. If I did, I probably wouldn’t wear plastic yellow beads from the 60s. Or maybe I would. Is that cool or is that just weird? There’s such a fine line between them it seems. (Although it occurs to me as I type this that my yellow plastic beads would be set off nicely by a chicken purse. Or the other way around. Regardless, apparently I already own items that go with a chicken purse. Who would have guessed?)
Is that “carrying a cool chicken purse makes me cool” thought lurking in my psyche somewhere? I can’t say. I just know it’s a cool bag. I mean, just look at it in all its perky goodness. I can’t hope for something to make me cool. But I know it’s cool.
Do I own a chicken purse? No, I do not. Why? Because I’m trying to stop buying things I don’t really need. Well, with the exception of vintage goodies like linens and pins – and the occasional vintage purse. After all, I’m a girl who has a lot of things – a lot of cool things.
Before too long I might have one more cool thing, that has magically taken the form of a chicken purse.
No, no, no…
I must resist…
But I already have the beads…
And it’s a chicken purse for goodness sake…
Did you see it…
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