For my 30th birthday I asked for a purse. I am brave enough to sport something fashion forward, but when it comes to buying purses, coats, clothing, accessories; I just cannot pull the trigger. I am the person who buys 3 of the same shirt at gap in white, black and brown. I am practical. I like things that “go with everything”.
Well, when I was in the market for buying a new purse I commissioned someone else to do it for me. And, the culprit was… My aunt. Who has always had fabulous taste. So. I trusted her.
She picked out a wonderful purse that met all my requirements:
1: Long Shoulder strap
2: Short Handles
The purse she found was one lovingly named BIG BUDDHA.
After carrying my BIG BUDDHA purse for 3 months, I realize where it got it’s name.
Just as Buddha’s belly is large and round… so is this purse. Like Mary Poppin’s tote, my Big Buddha purse can probably fit a small lamp and a potted plant in side with no problem.
Currently my keys are MIA. So… I dug through the belly of the Buddha to see if they had been consumed. I took my purse, dumped it out on the table and this is what I found…. smh (that means “shakin’ my head” for those who don’t know. Sometimes I google those acronyms so I don’t sound silly asking)
- 2 Pens
- 3 packs of kleenex
- 1 pack of Boogie Wipes
- 1 pack of regular baby wipes
- (that means I had 5 OPTIONS to choose from when wiping a nose)
In the midst of emptying out my Buddha belly, I laughed. I couldn’t believe all that had accumulated. I love my life. I love the fact that I had 5 CHOICES to wipe little noses with, or mouths… or butts. I love the fact that the jewelry probably ended up in my purse as a result of saving a baby’s life… or the life of my ear lobes because the tiny tugs on my earrings could rip them in half. I was also impressed with how prepared I was. I had spoons, snacks, and a bib, albeit a bit crusty.
It was as if the Big Buddha purse has consumed little bits of my life and kept them for safe keeping, like a a little Buddha turned hoarder. Life can be messy. Life can be cluttered and disorganized. And for a mom who finds comfort in being OCD, that can be a bit overwhelming. But, I choose to look at the mess I had been carrying around with me for 2 months and laugh and enjoy the memory. Instead of dreaming of days of organization and I embrace these small moments of chaos. I try my best to savor them. To think on them and realize that these moments will be gone far to quickly.
I have emptied Big Buddha’s belly, and organized it a bit. I am sure it will be another fun adventure when I clean it out 2 months from now and discover all the things it had accumulated.
(And for the record. My keys are still lost.)