BAG LADIES

I haven't bought any type of handbag since 1998, when I plunked down $10.00 for a denim "feed bag" at Truman Presidential Library at Independence, Missouri. It features a large, embossed American Flag, the letters USA, and it's large enough for me to live inside on weekends.

So, I was in for a big surprise when I accompanied Library Lady on her search to find a medium-sized, basic black shoulder bag when we were in the city on Monday. You'd think such a simple accessory would be easy enough to locate on the shelves, but nooooooooo. This experience was like trying to track down Osama bin Laden--only much more difficult.

I couldn't believe all the crap bags on display. Alarmingly ugly. Lots of shiny, fake alligator in bright colors and gaudy bows. Most everything we found in black was loaded down in heavy metal. Or the zippers were stubborn, or there were no zippers at all, or they were too small, too large, didn't have a shoulder strap. Geeesh! What's a girl gotta do?

And just when I thought I had spotted perfection at Dillard's, I looked at the price tag and gagged. $498.00!!! Did I read that right? Yes, I did. Gag again. Even the chic Library Lady will not spring for that much--unless she's buying a car.

When suppertime approached and we'd struck out at every store we'd hit up, LL finally settled for something at Target, even though it still needed some Velcro added in order to keep it closed. She said she'd keep the receipt and return the bag if she finds a better selection during her next shopping extravaganza. You can bet the bottom dollar in your own handbag that The Flaming Bore will not be along on the next search party.