Hunt for the Perfect Handbag

I've realized another similarity between me and Peanut. Joked with James the other night that she's influencing me so much that by this time next year, he might be dating a hybrid of the two of us. By then, I'll probably have cut my hair into a bob with one side turned under, one turned out. I'll be applying Orange Flip to my lips every five minutes, saying "Oh FOOT" every ten, re-washing dishes, and demanding crackers to accompany my soup at restaurants. My saving grace, however, will be that I'll make the best pot of coffee in the world, so maybe that's why he didn't run for the hills. Lucky for me, coffee's a pretty good bargaining chip with James. 

The recent observed similarity: Peanut and I are both constantly on the hunt for the perfect handbag. We're a little obsessed. But we're also delusional because we think that ever elusive bag of perfection is ACTUALLY out there! Sometimes, we even think we've finally found it! And we get SO excited! But then about a month into using the bag of our dreams, we're all like, "No...this isn't it. The right bag must still be out there somewhere. Gotta keep looking."

Common issues include:

-Too many pockets.

-Not enough pockets.

-The wrong color with the right hardware.

-The right color with the wrong hardware.

-Too large.

-Too small.

-Too expensive.

-Too cheap.

Etcetera, etcetera, and so forth. Currently, Peanut is carrying an orange (duh) LongChamp tote with an alligator handle, and I'm using a black leather crossbody purse with stitching and faux fur detail. The other day, after struggles with our own bags, we actually considered trading. But then we talked about how if we morphed our bags together, they might just be (drumroll please) THE PERFECT BAG! Gasp! But seriously. I mean, think about it. A burnt orange and black crossbody tote with alligator handles, stitching, and faux fur detail. Yes? Yes?

...Ok, maybe not. Sounds a little busy. But we think if it was worked just right, it would be THE PERFECT BAG. We'll call it...the Kanut. Or...the Peaty. Or...some other form of our names squished together.

See? The hybrid formation is already happening.

I'll leave you with this:

This morning, Peanut accidentally set off the house alarm at 6:30 am. Proved more effective at waking me up than The Star Spangeled Banner...by a long shot.