A few weeks ago, when I blogged about the joys of moving and how much I dread getting rid of things, I casually mentioned that I happen to love purses. Well, the truth eventually came out. I don’t just love purses; I am admittedly obsessed with them. 

After last count (even after the purging I’ve done for the move), I have close to fifty. To me, this seems like a reasonable number. Others, however, respond with disbelief.