The Cobbler's Bench

As a girl and a mommy to boot, I need a purse of some heft. Although I used to be happy with a simple man's wallet in a back pocket, this no longer suffices. Current style would dictate the purse should possibly be big enough to carry a newborn. That is not even close to the look of something I would carry around. And I hate that I even have to think about this for more than a second but my tried and true, totally acceptable in any circle, carries 2 kiddo Sigg bottles, maybe a pull-up and all mommy needs or just the lady things a lady needs for a lady day- has broken.

I will have it repaired. I'm not going to fall into the landfill mentality. But a cobbler to do the leather (sorry my animal friend) repair is not someone I have on speed dial. I know where there is one but I've been going by it for 6 years now and I'm not sure I have ever seen anyone go in or out and its underneath a supermarket! How long does it even take to repair a purse handle?

So now I am left looking at my online bank balance with sidelong glances at my lonely sewing machine and trying to decide which makes more sense. Dip into the dwindling funds for a quick fix and then have more bag than I need or skip some M*A*S*H reruns (why is Alan Alda so dreamy?) and work on a pattern which my sewing machine and a tad bit rusty skills may or may not be able to manipulate into a functional replacement purse/mommy-bag.

Time, money, TV, waste not, want yes, cobblers and spinning bobbins. Do you see what the economy is doing for my mind and my fashion sense. Truth be told the mind was what it was even before the bail out and my fashion sense has always been off but the damned point is I don't have a flipping bag to carry my planner, books or spare pull-ups in! Until I can make up my mind as to mend, pay cash, or stitch and bitch I will try and simply be grateful that the spare pull-up I need to bring along isn't for me.