This is what my husband said last night, when I hung my hundred-and-first handbag/purse on the hall hook and the whole
darn overloaded rack got torn out of the wall, and landed on the hall floor with a great bang.
Sorry rack, sorry screw plugs, sorry wall!
His statement (and the mishap) got me thinking:
Maybe, maybe there is a little chance that I have a bit too many bags.
Maybe I am a bag hoarder.
I burn for new bags, I can not resist buying them as soon as I see one I really like, but there is more: I just can not throw away the old and broken ones, which results in multitudinous reticules, cases, bags and purses in our hallway. Note that I can not put them away to a storage either, I need to be able to see them, so I can match them to my outfit daily.
Maybe I am a maniac. A bag maniac.
But come on, it is not that bad, is it? It could be much-much worse than this…
My next challenge for the very near future is to get rid of some of my old, broken bags.
Gosh, I have no idea how I am going to choose. It is like choosing away your children, isn’t it?
What do you think? Do I have a problem? Or are you obsessively collecting stuff too? Like shoes? Please tell me!