My handbag is my co-pilot. I realized this one day while driving. I didn’t see the street on which I had to turn until it was RIGHT THERE, so I had to hit my brakes kind of hard in order to not miss it. Now, I’m no soccer mom, nor do I usually drive with anyone in my passenger seat. But my immediate instinct was to put my right hand out and protect my bag from toppling over.
You know, because I didn’t want to startle him.
And I’ll have everyone know there was no harm done; my purple Sami Quilted Handbag was just fine. He took the turn like a champ.
Anyway. Back to the co-pilot thing. Where does my bag sit in the car? The passenger seat. Where does he go in a restaurant? In the chair next to me. If my vehicle is full of people, would I put my bag in the trunk? Ha! No. You’d better believe I hand him off to the passenger to act as a temporary lap dog.
“Yeah, go ahead and dig through it! Let me know what you find.”
There’s just something about my handbags that causes me to want them close to me at all times, and it’s not the fact that they house my wallet or die-without-it ibuprofen. I’m sure it’s psychological (let’s not even get into my phone-always-in-hand obsession), but I’m just more comfortable if I’ve got my bag with me. I feel more prepared. You never know when you’re going to need that spare fork, that old receipt, that pocket Constitution.
(You think I’m kidding.)
After I laughed to myself at my instinctual protective-mom gesture, I looked over at my Sami and thought about why I did that. I still don’t have a solid answer—Did I fear he would roll to the floor and get dirty? Was it to protect the contents from spilling?—but I do know that on the importance scale, my bag is pretty high up there. Who knows why, really? I mean, it’s just something I haul all my stuff around in. But I really value my handbags, so I looked over at my Sami. And I smiled.
Now my Sami’s safe and secure ;)