I found the little brown purse at a rummage sale years ago and discovered that it was perfect for me.
It was full of pockets and zippers and best of all, I could wear it on my back.
It was just right for a mother of small children who needed to have her hands free.
I could slip on the purse and be ready for zipping coats, gripping little hands in parking lots and pushing a grocery cart.
I did have a fellow tell me one day that I looked like I was getting ready to “take off” after I had suited up with my backpack purse. But I didn’t care. Keeping “my stuff” accessible and holding on to my kids was important to me, so I kept my purse. Fashion statement or not.
But over time, my backpack purse started to show signs of wear. And, I found that its coloring had an odd tendency to “melt” in the hot sun. ...
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