Subject to Fits of Enthusiasm

Aging seems to have little effect upon the flights of enthusiasm that overtake me from time to time. Slowing down, with bad knees, perhaps makes them sedate, the lift off the ground a bit more hazardous, but age has also brought me to the point of issuing forth an occasional bright, wet raspberry in the face of restraint. The landing after one of these flights can be fraught with some confusion and much astonishment. I did what? Whatever for? When? You're kidding!

It was with a smile yesterday that I chanced upon the blog of Handbag Diva and found an explanation for one of my fanciful aeronautics. You can see from the photo above that I can consider myself a collector of vintage handbags, or at least I can use that line in the future to explain those three objects. If only it were true.

The truth? I was at the Port Orford Library Friend's Gift Shop. The three purses were in the showcase, caught my eye, were reasonably priced, and I bought them. I do not collect handbags. I carry the same purse year after year until it disintegrates - currently an over-sized fanny pack in navy blue. I am not interested in retro fashions. I have no idea why I purchased those bags or what to do with them now. It was a case of "I saw. I flew. I acquired." Common sense certainly didn't enter into it.

Thanks to Handbag Diva I can pass this one off as a hobby. Nobody is likely to be fooled but perhaps I can retain some well-needed dignity. When will the next momentary mania cause me to take wing? I'll let you know as soon as I regain the runway.