I think I'm turning into a GIRL.

I've said before that I am not a "purse girl". I don't swap them out each morning for the one that looks better with my shoes, and I don't believe that you have to in order to be stylish. I used to have an every day bag, and another for special dress-up occasions.

Recently, my every day little black bag took a direct hit. I loved that bag - it had an outside pocket perfect for my cell phone and keys, so that I never had to dig for them. It was a little on the small side, but that kept me from being one of those gals who carries luggage. When my youngest was smaller (yeah, about three months ago - ha ha) I would take my wallet, keys and phone out of my purse and just throw them in the diaper bag.

These days, however, we've been able to get by without a diaper bag. There are no bottles to pack, no baby food, and we can make an outing to the store and to grab dinner on one extra diaper. I'd take a diaper, fold it in half and tuck it in my purse along with a few wipes in a plastic bag.

But one day, while my kids were busy rummaging through my purse looking for treats, Nick sat up and said, "Uh oh Mama."

"What do you MEAN, uh oh?" (We were in the grocery store, so if whatever they were digging for was keeping them *both* quiet, dig away, my lovies.)

"It ripped."

Looking closer, it seems the fabric that makes up the side of the zipper had ripped, leaving a gaping hole even though it had been zipped shut.

Several weeks passed, cuz that's the kind of procrastinator I am when it comes to buying things for myself, and every time I looked at purses in the store someone would start to whine or cry, and by the time I pacified the hubby with a pack of fruit snacks, well, you know how it goes. (Just makin' sure you're still reading, hon.)

Then, one day at Target, while standing in front of the purse section, Nick picked up this:

"You should get this one, Mommy."

First I thought, aw, how cute? He picked out a bright red one, trying to be all nice and helpful to his Mama. Then I thought, Hey...that ain't half bad.

I leaned over and picked up the black one in this style.

"NO, Mama. You should get red."

Oh, the style choices of three year olds. "Why?"

"Cuz its pretty."

And then I thought, I never go out on a style limb. I stay with safe black, or brown, or khaki. That red purse was pretty darn cute and you know what? I bought it.

Around the same time, someone I know was doing a bloggy giveaway. (If it was you, send me the permalink and I'll update this post. Sorry, I couldn't find your post!) There's a lovely little shop on the Web called Pink Lemonade Boutique Bags. The contest required that you go to that shop, pick out the bag you'd like to win and leave it in the comments. And I commented.

I didn't win, but dang. That was a cute bag. I mean, ca-yute. And one night, while I was online and hubby was at work, I went and bought it.

See how cute it is?

Now I have two purses, both which are cute, to choose from every day.

And I think I like it.