Funny story: Last night, I went on a run. (That’s not the funny part; I do that all the time. I’m an athlete.) I get home and Britney’s still bumpin’ on my iPod, so I play the music over my speakers in my living room and start doing some abdominal workouts.

Because I’m tough like that.

I’m doing those elbow-to-opposite-knee things, and whatever else, and I sit up, hold my feet off the ground, and start doing trunk twists. Without a little weight in your hands, that exercise is pretty easy, so I start looking for “something heavy.”

Looking at my books, my piles of clothes scattered everywhere, my omnipresent notebooks and legal pads, I finally spot what I think could work.

Mmhmm.

So I grab my handbag, hug it to my chest, and keep on twistin’ to T-Pain.

Please, just picture this for a second: Terryl in the middle of her outrageously messy living room, sweatband across the forehead, with this deep purple, quilted handbag, replete with a thick, gold chain strap, clutched tight, trying desperately to keep up with the beat of the song AND sing along. Or rap along, depending on the artist.

Can’t nobody hustle harder than me.

It was a scene straight out of a Coen brothers movie, I swear. And yeah, I did feel awesome.

Needless to say, I felt really inventive. Though I won’t say “genius,” I won’t protest if you do. It is what it is. So have you used your handbag in a creative way? Any good stories?

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October 1st, 2009 by Terryl in Fashion Fun, Function and Fashion, Musings | Permalink