Purse Collection

Our very fairy farm princess is obsessed with purses, handbags, suitcases, anything in which “stuff” can be packed.

At the tender age of two, we hung a cute row of flower shaped pegs on her wall in order to organize what was at the time just a few purses.

However, the collection has grown.  Primarily because Grandma, Nana, Aunt Stacey, Aunt Emily, Aunt Angie . . . well, really every female in her life found her interest in fashion and accessories darling considering her mother has never, ever, ever  . . . ever feigned interest in fashion let alone accessories.

Most of her purses are pink, several sparkle with glitter, sequins and rhinestones, and they all serve a purpose. Some are packed heavy with rocks. (She is a rock collector as well; indication of a future in jewels?) Some are devoted strictly to doll clothes. Others are left empty in order to be switched quickly to match an outfit or an outing. Each comes with a notepad, a pen and hair paraphernalia. I’ve been known to ask for a hair tie on occasion.

She’s taken to packing two or three tubes of lipgloss as well. “Cause a girl has to have her make-up Mom,” I’ve been told, and “ya never know which color will go.”

Heaven help me. She is five.

I know when she leaves for college and we are packing her room, we’ll find things from her childhood stowed away in purses, symbols of her life as our fairy farm princess.

Fact is we find things every day. This morning, My Farmer brought his lunch cooler up from the basement where it has sat since harvest ended last October.  He was eager to pack it for what promised to be the first full day in the field.  He popped the top and inside found two mismatched pink winter gloves.

As we stared in disbelief, and I stammered, “I bought how many new gloves this winter?!” Nattie raised her eyesbrows and observed, “Oh look! That’s where those are.”

A purse, a cooler, a plastic bag – it’s all the same to our farm girl.