Growing up in my family, I learned there were certain things you must have, must do and must not do.
- Always make your bed,
- never leave a glass on a wood piece of furniture,
- pick up the lints on the carpet before you go to school
- always have art on the walls,
- always send a Christmas card,
- travel as much as possible,
- take a shower everyday,
- never wear chipped nail polish,
- it is better to overdress than under dress,
- always send a thank you note,
- don’t be late, be early,
- always look nice when your husband comes home from work, and
- carry a nice purse , preferably designer.
And the list goes on…. I actually think these were really great lessons my mom instilled in us, but unfortunately I am not able to follow most of them, most of the time. I always send a Christmas card, I usually take a shower, and my walls are full of art and because my mom and dad are so generous, I always carry a nice purse. When I was first married I could never afford to buy myself an expensive designer bag and now if I could, I probably wouldn’t. So every Easter my Mom and Dad would buy me a new purse. I used to go with them and pick it out, but as time went on I started to think it was ridiculous for them to spend so much money on a silly purse, and I started refusing. My mom then had to buy me one on her own and surprise me because she hates when I carry around a Target bag. I won’t lie, once I get used to the purse and forget about how much it costs, I love it. We finally came to an agreement in recent years because she was tired of me complaining about the cost when, she was giving me a gift and I could’t receive it very graciously.
We came to a truce, that if they buy me a Coach bag at the outlet store in Lake Arrowhead, I won’t try and return it, won’t complain about the cost and will accept it gracefully as long they spent less than $200 on it. Everyone has been happy with this deal, especially my Dad, who pays for all the bags. As you can imagine, I completely trash pretty much every purse I own, which is why I hate anyone spending so much on a bag. I can’t be bothered with hanging it on a chair or keeping it on my lap. My purse is abused on a daily basis. I leave it on the concrete, the basketball court, the hospital floor, the floor of my dirty car, and so many other gross places.
But guess what, my Mom and Dad just returned from a trip to Turkey and Italy and with them they brought back this fabulous pink Prada purse. I have to admit, I love it and it is my first and most likely my last Prada. It goes against all my rules, but I absolutely can’t return it to Italy and it so looks like me, I am thrilled. I immediately threw all my junk into it before I even left my Mom’s house today. Sad but true, but a great designer purse can really make a girl happy! !!!
Thanks Mom and Dad….
p.s. Tabitha put together the picture for me, I am not that talented with an iPhone ….