With the new phone comes the added stress of the fact that the bag one carries around, a huge shapeless, leopard print tote which can even fit the brat in if there is a crunch, is too disorganised to find said phone in a hurry when it rings. Which means, suddenly the Airtel ring tone will come wafting out of the bag. “Your phone is ringing,” go people in the vicinity. “Ermmm. Yes. Ermmm.” Thats me fishing around the interiors of said bag, finding everything from safety pins to nail cutter to band aids, to birthcontrol pills but no phone. “Answer the damn phone, dammit.” That is if hubby is in the vicinity. “Ermm. Ermm. Where is it?” “In the bag obviously,” this said with gritted teeth by husband. Who has concluded that wifey darling has really lost her mind now. “I cant find it…ermmm….ermmm….” This with me having upturned bag and all contents into lap or any available soft space like car seat and such like. “There it is.” Pounce on it, to have the ring stop. And an unfamiliar number stare at one. And then wonder whether one should call back to find that one has called a telemarketer. Or worse someone toxic whom one doesnt want to have a conversation with, and who finds ways of calling from the wierdest numbers possible.
Moral of the story: I must go bag shopping to find a “structured” bag with a place for everything and everything in its place. I see a rectangular soft leather structure with wide comfortable handles that dont add to the already cutting into the skin bra strap indentations (What to do. When gravity calls, straps get painfully tightened.) Just saw the perfect one the other day. The Balenciaga Motorcycle bag. In the Vogue. Now where can I find the perfect fake?