It is a sad, sad day. My trusty purse, aka the Black Hole is going to have to go where all faithful purses eventually end up. I do not discard it lightly; it has served me so well. I bought it not for its high fashion but for its functionality. In truth, it's functionality was never stellar; I called it the Black Hole for a reason. Inside, there is one zippered pocket and a couple of "open" slots. The rest? The Black Hole. I have lost my keys in it; I have lost receipts in it and my phone has disappeared into its dark depths. Every thing has weaknesses balanced by virtues. The Black Hole has room for my iPad and a book if I want. When I traveled through England, Wales and Scotland, it carried my iPad and other "things" with never a complaint. It has survived rain and trips on the floor of trains, planes and automobiles. This morning the strap broke- metal fatigue. Sigh. You can't see but there is a swivel where it attaches to the body of the bag and it isn't repairable. I supposed I could try to sew it to the purse but people who know me are already laughing. The only thing I can do is let it go. Good-bye Black Hole, my faithful servant.
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