A little something...

...I can't get rid of....

The ORIGINAL SAFETY PURSE:



I can't do it. I can't get rid of this gem. I have it hanging on a door knob as though it is decoration. Fancy sparkling fringe filled decoration that is!

It just brings back memories of a former life. The good times. The carefree times. Waking up in a strange tent on a rugby field with no recollection of how I got there and wondering where my money, my ID, my credit card was. Then breathing a sign of relief when I noted The Original Safety Purse was strapped to me...safely.

...Hence the name...

1 comment:

kkbeshay said...

You sure do love your tatas, n'est-pas? I know exactly what a safety purse is. I once purchased one from an African street vendor in gay-Paris. It was a jewel, until the strap broke & I was too lazy to mend it.