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bag 39

The last black vintage Fossil of Joy’s and mine is up for grabs today, which seems completely appropriate for Good Friday. Supper pocket on outer flap, and zipper pocket under the flap on the front of bag. Slip pocket on the back. Zippered divided interior with a zipper pocket on the back wall. With three sections inside it’s easy to stay organized. The strap is adjustable which is why the strap is sticking out – we were playing with the length, and Joy usually had it on the longest length for the crossbody effect.

I really wondered about giving this up, but decided to do so if someone else can use it. Full disclosure: it smells faintly of old school powder. Some of you know what i mean!

If you like this vintage Fossil. email me at 50favbags@gmail.com with your name, your address, and bag 39. Check out the available bags to see if there’s anything you’d like to claim. Remaining bags will be donated. Peace.

bag 11 – taken

Holding on to memories through things is tricky. My mom died 20 years ago this August, and my dear friend Joy died three years ago. Or was it four? Either way – I got this purse from Joy after she died. She got it from my mom’s collection after Mom died. I have a few of Joy’s bags, and a few of Mom’s bags. This is not one I love enough to keep. My mom left LOTS of stuff behind.

Vintage Nine West purple crossbody camera bag style holds more than you’d think thanks to its boxy shape. Large zippered compartments split 1/3 with a separate zipper from the larger 2/3 compartment. slip pocket on front with snap closure, adjustable strap.

If you want to bring the 80s back to your wardrobe or if purple is your fav, email me at 50favbags@gmail.com with bag 11, your name, and your address.

day 6

The other day I talked about my friend Joy and how when she died I got some of her purses. This Nine Wear bag was one of them. I asked J to choose a bag today. “Purple is my favorite color, so I brought this one,” she said.

This bag was my mom’s. When she died in 2001, Joy asked for one of her purses. Before I was friends with Joy, she and my mom were friends. I brought over several for her to choose from and she selected this one.

Joy loved to coordinate her bag with her outfit, just like my mom did. Joy would plan her outfit days in advance for an outing, complete with the purse. She didn’t carry this one everyday, but when she had a purple outfit she always rocked this baby.

Both of these women, along with my dear MIL Ida, blessed me so much with their wisdom, their frugality, and their love of bags. I hope my Lenten and Easter disciplines helps me to appreciate having less while experiencing the small blessings of my life more.

day 2

If you’ve been with me any day before today, you know one of my favorite bag brands is Fossil. Yes, I love rocks and bags, and Fossil ties those loves together. There’s another reason I love Fossil bags – her name is Joy.

You might recollect me talking about Joy in past posts. She was my neighbor, aunt, confidant, mentor, teacher, and most of all, dear friend. She took care of me when I was young and treated me like a peer once I grew into adulthood. We loved to sit at her house and talk. She was a stay-at-home mom who worked harder than anyone I knew. She loved to shop from catalogs – we would sit and read them together, or she’d show me what she was going to order to see what I thought.

We also loved to go shopping together – mostly thrift shopping and to TJ Maxx. Notice a trend? Joy and her family had one car for several years, so I’d pick her up, and we’d go out for the day. She always treated me to lunch. Joy taught me so many things – how to eat healthy, exercise, and, most of all, that I need to create a corner in the world for myself.

When she died, I was beyond devastated. She left her husband and three sons, so when they were ready, I went over and cleaned out all of her closets. Several other family and friends had been through her purses, which was selfishly tough for me. I would have liked to have a couple of bags we’d bought on our adventure or that I’d given her. Just like her, they were gone.

Several bags remained, including this Fossil shoulder bag. I never paid attention to how many of the brands of bags she had were ones that I also liked. Even though this bag is smaller than the ones I would usually carry, and I almost gave it away during Lent, I kept it. I really do believe that you don’t need material things to remember a person. But the three bags I kept still smell like her. One of them still had tissues, mints, throat drops, and an emory board. Rest on, my dear friend. Rest on.