Getting Dressed

painted terry cloth robe, 1987

Yesterday I stopped to get a cappuccino with almond milk.

By the time I made it back to the car negotiating the ice and gravel from the past snow

The small and precious cup of warmth had spilled into my walker pouch and pooled in my handbag.

My cell phone was in there as well.

Someone told me that if your phone gets wet you should immediately stick it in some rice and it will be good again..

No rice in sight, alas..

I have had the same Coach handbag for over 6 years, I believe… probably a whole lot longer but it just felt too ‘non-hip’ to say that..

Since it was soaking wet with foam and coffee, I went online to see if I might replace it.

Thing is: I have needs..

Handbag needs.

It needs to be of a certain size to fit in the pouch.


Not too heavy.

No buckles or zippers.

Short shoulder strap.

Good quality.

Classic but young.

Functional but versatile.

Black (Did I say that already?)


Goes with everything.


Every cell in my body is weary of cyberspace after looking for an affordable replacement.

This is how it goes in the land of high-maintenance body-land..

What should be simple is not.

I can’t just go: “I LOVE THIS!” and say ‘Wrap it up.’

No.. I must check if my fingers can grab the zipper.

Or pull on the glove.

Adjust the collar

Or hook the bra.

It is just so ridiculous at times that I push through the tears all the way to cracking up at the absurdity.

This is my life.

And today, since I can’t locate the right handbag online

I might just call my sister

As she has great taste and more computer tolerance than I.

Or I may just dunk my favorite bag in a sink full of water and try washing the thing.

I really have nothing to lose, do I?

Pride? Oh, that’s pretty long gone on many fronts.

And really? Good riddance, I say…


4 Responses to “Getting Dressed”

  1. gerry harty on January 4th, 2011

    cathy…call your sister!!!…she’ll love it!!!

  2. Laura Hegfield on January 4th, 2011

    Winnie the Pooh comes to mind…”O bother.”

    I would like to have his simple sweet mind state and really be ok with “O bother.” and move on to the next thought without being caught on the last thought… the “good riddance of pride”…and the calm acceptance of a high maintenance body. Wash it out and see what happens Cathy. It might be just fine. Still, I feel your frustration at the ludicrousness of the situation. I just came back upstairs from my daughter’s birthday dinner piggyback on my husband…wtf???

    or as Pooh might say, “I was a bit stuckkish” at the bottom of the stairs…what good fortune to have such a large Piglet friend to carry me up:)

  3. Carol S. on January 6th, 2011

    That blows! Hope your sister can help. Darn snow and gravel…so much for the comforting cup of joe. Sorry.

  4. Peggy L Nelson, MS, OT on January 7th, 2011

    Cathy, this made me smile, as your posts often do. As a person with MS, I too can relate to your challenge of finding just the right purse. If it’s too big, I overfill it and it is heavy… it has to have long enough straps to wear across my chest so I can free up my hands…etc. Lately I have been sticking my debit card in my pocket and I removed some of keys from my keychain so they wouldn’t create that “less than flattering” bulge on my right hip. It turns out that I don’t need to carry around most of the “stuff” anyway…. and isn’t that a great metaphor. I wonder what else I have been carrying around with me.

    O bother…. Thanks Laura

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