Originally Posted by
kasie
I used to carry a huge bag with my entire life stuffed into it - the first time I went out with a certain gorgeous bloke, he chivalrously handed me my my bag, buckled under the weight, and muttered, 'Typical! You have to be a weight-lifter to carry it...' so I thought, 'Right, matey, I'll show you!' and went out and bought the cutest, dinkiest little bag you ever saw, all gathered leather, soft as could be, a girlie bag. Next time we went out, he turned to me and without batting an eyelid said, ' I think I'll leave my jacket in the car - I don't suppose you have room in your bag for my wallet?' No, Sunshine, I do not - and you've only got yourself to blame. But somehow he hung around for the next twenty-odd years, so my handbags went back to being big enough to carry my entire life again - and his, as well.