Just Say the Word

I was getting my hair washed over by my sister's house this Sunday and as always we talk...about everything that comes to mind, good or bad. But this particular conversation comes to mind that sticks. We were talking about handbags. The styles, the brand and of course the price!

Recently I celebrated my birthday with my husband and he took me shopping. I was telling my sister about the event. Anyone who knows me knows that I love style, clothes, shoes and I am admittedly a self proclaimed purse slut. We scanned a few stores and of course a few handbags screamed my named calling me to rescue them from bondage of the shelf. Yeah I heard them...I heard them all. However, some didn't need my rescuing. Some were perfectly content being imprisoned on display. But there was this one. One that I thought about saving. One that I thought would look sooooo good on my shoulders, forearm, resting at my side, and sitting shotgun in my car, one that matched my wardrobe winter, spring, summer and fall. One that wanted me to be her mommy. I wanted to be her mommy too. I tried her on. I took a picture of her. I even got permission to adopt. Then I looked at the cost.

You see I am an everyday person. I count pennies. I pinch. I'm wise. My husband and I do pretty well in the money department. We live comfortably and from time to time can afford some luxuries through God's grace and mercy and through being good stewards. This purse (notice now it's a purse..not a handbag because I didn't buy it) cost over $7oo.oo.

My husband has some stuff with him for certain. He causes me some pain from time to time but whose husband doesn't? When it comes down to doing what he knows how to do best, like spoiling me, he's supreme. He picks up right from where my father leaves off everytime and needless to say this time was no different. He was willing and wanting to spend that kind of money on me for this purse.

I thought about it. This is when reasoning kicks in. As slutty as I can be with handbags and fashions there has to be responsible party. I'm proud to say that party was me. But there's nothing more satisfying then knowing all I had to do was say the word....that handbag could have been MINZE!