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This is by far my favorite purse, and not because of the unusual color—it looks much brighter in natural light. I probably have about two dozen (or more) purses, but there are 2 reasons why this bag tops my list.
- THE LONG STRAP. I’m 5’10” (so I need long) and I hate to carry a purse on my arm. While I do have a few “handbags” that actually require hands/arms, I prefer something that I can just slip over my shoulder….regardless of how heavy my coat may be. (I’m from Canada. We wear heavy winter coats over bulky sweaters at least one quarter of the year.)
- POCKETS. And actually, this is a case of balancing too many versus not enough. A good purse must have one pocket on the outside…for pen and phone. And at least one…maybe two….small side pockets on the inside for make-up, nail file and keys. BUT I HATE SECTIONS! Although I own a few purses that have zippered centers or multiple sections inside, they obviously didn’t top the list. I usually just end up putting everything into one section, because I can never figure out how I’d want to divide my stuff into the multiple sections. One big section & two pockets…that’s all I need.
Unfortunately I didn’t realize until it was too late how much I would love this purse, or I would have bought it in one or two other colors. I’ve had it now for several years, and I bought it at a shoe store in the local mall, so I stop in every so often just in case something similar comes back into stock.
Cassandra Wilson, angel and first-year nurse, spends her days helping other people. Day after day. Life after life. An innocent night out with Fraser, a university junior and varsity hockey player, leads to something more serious and Cassie begins to experience feelings she’s been trying to avoid.
Cassie took the stairs two at a time and almost ran into her roommate as she came to the small landing at the top.
“Whoa,” said Gabriella. “What’s got you in such a hurry?”
Gabriella folded her arms across her chest and tapped her tiny bare foot.
“I’ve gotta shower. I’m going to the movies.”
Pink toenails beat an impatient pattern on the hardwood.
Did the girl have gypsy blood? Her psychic abilities were uncanny.
“With a hockey player,” Cassie explained.
Gabriella’s foot stilled and her eyes widened. “Which one?”
“Fraser something. I didn’t get a last…”
“Tall, with dark, curly hair?”
Gabriella laid a hand on Cassie’s arm. “Be careful, he’s a player. And I don’t mean hockey.”
That wouldn’t be a problem. She didn’t want a relationship and this wasn’t a date. And if the night did end with sex, well, she’d welcome a little…distraction. After all, she was an angel not a nun.
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Hey, Charlotte, I had not considered the handbag problems really tall gals like yourself have. I have a shoulder thing and go for totes nowadays.