el diablo robotico (platypus) wrote,
el diablo robotico

My Ameribag has arrived. No thanks are due to their customer service people, who didn't respond to either email inquiry that I sent about it. Nonetheless, it's here. And have I put all my things from my old, fraying purse (given to me two Christmases ago by my mom) into it? I have not. It's not that I don't like it -- I think I probably will. It's just... I have to take these things slowly. Switching purses isn't like changing shirts. It's like having a brain transplant. Purse-changing is a delicate operation.

Ameribags are weird. It doesn't look like a purse at all; it looks like some sort of instrument case. It's not a purse, it's a... lute. A sage green lute case. (It didn't come in any really dark colors, and I'm not into things like ecru and beige and khaki, so, hey, sage.) It's a bit bigger than I'm used to -- I really wanted a purse vibe, not a "smallish backpack" vibe. (Or a lute case vibe?) I got the small size, rather than extra small, because there's only an inch difference in the measurements. And I want to fit more stuff in here than in my old purse, right? So I'll get used to it. I think.

And, god, the pockets. They are so beautiful. It a veritable orgy of pocketness. On the outside edge, there's tall pocket, perfect for a sunglass case. It's deep enough so that it won't fall out. Inside, against the tall spine, there's a water bottle pouch... that fits my 24-ounce bottle. I've got seven distinct pockets/areas in my current purse, and I'm not entirely sure what will map to what location in the new purse. I suppose I should just switch my stuff over and start using it, but I am not a person to leap into new experiences with both feet. Brain transplant.

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