About 15 years ago, I used to go out dancing every friday and saturday night. No, not “twerking” or “grinding” dancing. Swing dancing. I used to get all gussied up in some sort of ’40’s-ish outfit and I would take the pins out of my hair, (because I was making pin curls, obviously.)
Then I would get to choose out of my fantastic collection of purses. Which one do I take tonight? The bright yellow one? The red one with gems? I was sort of into purses. Not shoes, not clothes so much, purses, (although, I loved a good deal on an awesome vintage outfit).
mamabyfire 