The picture on the right, modeled by the lovely Patti, could possibly be described as one of the following:
- A pocketbook
- A purse
- A yarn bag
- A support device for my right leg for driving my E-150 van.
I describe it as number 4 on the above list. But others in this domicile, notably the aforementioned strawberry blonde, Patti. She thinks that it is a man's handbag, really. When I brought it home, she took just one look (like the song), and I thought she was going to fall on the ground she was laughing so hard. She thought it looked like a man's purse
I guess that on the face of it, she has a point. Witness the close-up on the left. First is the material. I do not know what the old-fashioned material is: Is it a brocade? Is it damask? Let's just settle on this being a material that would not look out of place on your grandmother's sofa (or divan, as my Grandma V. had). I'll set-up the problem that necessitated the purchase of this
handbag purse yarn bag. When I am in the driver’s seat, my legs flop outward and are splayed. My left leg is held in a comfortable position by the door, but I need to support my right leg or it is terribly uncomfortable. I filled the bag with foam and batting, and use it to support my leg against the console.
I went to A.C. Moore, the big box craft retailer, and I like the store, even if I'm not into scrapbooking. We purchased a pine pie cabinet there, Kid2 painted it an antique blue, and it looks good. Anyway, I really went in for a pillow and couldn't find one that would work, but in the yarn department, I saw this. I thought it was perfect, and brought it home to stuff. I have told Patti that this bag will never leave the van, except for this picture shoot. I do think that the bag might look a bit incriminating to the uninitiated (who couldn't understand the workings of Ralph's logic anyway...Neanderthals!)
I did buy something that FedEx dropped off earlier this week. It is a saddlebag for my wheelchair. I got this thing to carry the stuff I need (sound familiar?). This thing most closely replicates a genuine
yarn bag handbag. Now I understand the relationship between Patti and her handbag, because I do the same thing when rifling through the bag: “Where’s my phone”, “Where’s my (insert expletive here) keys”, etc. Man purse, indeed!