As many mothers know, juggling a career with
parenthood is quite a challenge. Not only do I have to combine
raising my three sons with running a home and a business,
this week I have another monumental task: buying a new handbag.
Sometimes it is all just too much. There are so many considerations.
The practical ones: it needs to carry essentials, be small
and light, large enough to carry a few pebbles but not the
whole beach. The killer though is the identity factor, which
inevitably leads to a personal crisis.
Fortunately, Lewes is blessed with a fantastic array of boutiques
and my colleague Laura kindly came out to hold my hand on
this difficult journey. We established that in order to meet
all expectations the item needs to be business-like, mumsy
but still sexy. But what is this creature and does it actually
exist? Is it the neo-punk slashed item in Lazybones displaying
the label Religion? Or among the Charlie’s Angelesque
denim, studded and metallic range in Boules? Or perhaps one
of Delilah’s gorgeous cowgirl and Aztec bags. Or even
the orange disco one in Rubenesque at the Needlemakers? Which
one is me in 2006? Who am I anyway? Laura began to question
her own bag and spiral towards breaking point. The trip was
brought to an end. After a restless night, I made my decision.
In just a couple of weeks we will know how we get on together
for real and a new era in my life will begin. JW