The Visible Woman...October 9, 2003

Some years ago I quit carrying purses. (Or handbags or pocketbooks or bags or whatever you call the things that ladies carry and men don't.) Except for an occasional after-five event when I have no pockets, I carry a slim wallet in a pocket and if I have more stuff I attach it to my belt or carry a backpack or briefcase. However, when I still carried purses I rememer saying to FFP that a purse I was about to buy "would be the last one I ever needed because it was the ultimate purse." It was, of course, not.

After doing away with buying bags, purses, pocketbooks, whatever, I still had a bag addiction. Only now it was just wallets, briefcases, backpacks, roller boards, hanging bags, pack-it aids, etc. I almost couldn't go on a trip without some new form of carry thing.

In 1977, when we moved into our current house (and prior to adding about a 1000 square feet to it) I wrote to my aunts in Dallas that "There is so much space that we really haven't gotten used to it yet. I think we will have a severe temptation not to throw anything away." [For the record, I know I wrote this because she saved the letter and I got it when she died in the early nineties and I uncovered it in storage today.] Indeed. Truth is, though, I've discarded suitcases and travel stuff and briefcases. Still there is a huge pile of it in storage and several more bags in my trunk and the house.

At least I now know that I will never find the ultimate bag. Perhaps this will keep me from continuing to buy them.

Thursday, October 9, 2003

A Journal from Austin, Texas. A Project of LBFFP Stealth Publishing.
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. A pile of luggage moved aside for the remodel.	bag fetish I love luggage. It's an addiction. Some years ago I quit carrying purses. (Or handbags or pocketbooks or bags or whatever you call the things that ladies carry and men don't.) Except for an occasional after-five event when I have no pockets, I carry a slim wallet in a pocket and if I have more stuff I attach it to my belt or carry a backpack or briefcase. However, when I still carried purses I rememer saying to FFP that a purse I was about to buy "would be the last one I ever needed because it was the ultimate purse." It was, of course, not. After doing away with buying bags, purses, pocketbooks, whatever, I still had a bag addiction. Only now it was just wallets, briefcases, backpacks, roller boards, hanging bags, pack-it aids, etc. I almost couldn't go on a trip without some new form of carry thing. In 1977, when we moved into our current house (and prior to adding about a 1000 square feet to it) I wrote to my aunts in Dallas that "There is so much space that we really haven't gotten used to it yet. I think we will have a severe temptation not to throw anything away." [For the record, I know I wrote this because she saved the letter and I got it when she died in the early nineties and I uncovered it in storage today.] Indeed. Truth is, though, I've discarded suitcases and travel stuff and briefcases. Still there is a huge pile of it in storage and several more bags in my trunk and the house. At least I now know that I will never find the ultimate bag. Perhaps this will keep me from continuing to buy them.
JUST TYPING Something to put it all in. Lug luggage. The luggage becomes something to lug instead of contain. Pockets, zippers, straps, wheels, whizzy, gizzy. Still...you have too much stuff...and some of it is luggage.
		Food Diary. *breakfast* about a cup of Puffins cereal with 2% milk and a banana goat cheddar (2oz?) and a boiled egg *lunch* two chicken bratwurst (150 calories) and sauerkraut *snack*s boiled egg and ounce of goat cheese (yes, again) dinner [219 West] beef carpaccio with a few rounds of baguette an order (large!) of shallot fries two glasses of Pinot [I also had a Jack Daniels and water at the Driskill] I seem to talk more about food here now than I actually eat. French Fries! Drinking! Can the girl lose weight or even stay the same with this diet?
		Time flies.... The sorting and moving of stuff became very tedious today. I did it almost the whole time that Dad was over watching a DVD and before and after that. But...I made room in storage for everything inside except furniture and clothes waiting to move out of the way of the remodel. I have a plan. I'm executing it. We spent from a little after five until nine downtown.

		Reading. A little bit of the newspaper.
		Nada. Didn't even work on the journal. Had to catch it up on the morrow.
		Exercise Learned a new routine for biceps, legs. Thirty minutes on recumbent bicycle. Some abs and stretches. Twenty minutes on recumbent bicycle.
	.	I bent over and moved stuff around in an under the stair closet...almost hurting my back. I think I just avoided it.