John and I had back-to-back wellness visits with our doctor, and I was rushing around to get ready. I reasoned it would be good to carry a pocketbook. I would dump my phone, camera, and wallet in it, so that I wouldn’t have the extra weight in my pockets when getting on the scales. I was wearing a green striped top. I remembered I had a green purse on the shelf that I hadn’t carried since we moved here six years ago. I grabbed it, threw in the three essential items, and rushed out. I’m glad I didn’t really look at it as I got in the car. I would have died a thousand deaths.
Both of us were pronounced healthy, although there was no guarantee we wouldn’t drop dead at the door. Everything was a bit strange. We called from the parking lot to let them know we were there, and the assistant unlocked the door and motioned us inside. I did not have a mask and was given one immediately. There were clear plastic sheets hanging around the reception area. My mask was fogged up, and I could barely see where I was going. Other than that, everything was normal. On the way out, I sat down to finish filling out paperwork. As I fished for my insurance cards, I saw the outside of the green pocketbook. Aaauuugggghhhh! It was a ragged mess!
Had anyone noticed? I had no idea. I remembered writing a post recently, and someone commented that what I called retro could have been called “shabby chic”. I put the purse down at home, removed the contents, and noticed green shredded pieces all around it. I had been out in the world, littering green bits everywhere. That’s when I noticed a brand name on it, which I read as Relic.
My accessory was not shabby chic, it was a bona fide relic!
When the photo was enlarged on the computer screen, I saw it might be Pelic. I’m sure you’d agree that Relic makes a better story.