Old Yeller

Taken in the impressionist museum in Paris. Keychain compliments of the one and only Karley Mae. 

The day has come. My beloved, trusty, faithful, world-traveling yellow purse has finally seen its last outing. There has rarely been a day in the last year and a half where she hasn't been by my side and safely on my shoulders, but finally last weekend the strap broke off after literally hanging on by a thread for the last two months. My mom and I bought this purse before I went abroad in the Spring of 2011, and I've been attached to it ever since. Maybe it's the memories I associate with it, maybe it's the fact that I paid only 10% of the original price for it, maybe it's the fact that it's the perfect shade of VanGogh-yellow that makes me love it so. Whatever it is, this purse and I have been through a lot together. I had to sadly purchase a new one last weekend and hope to make half as many memories with its replacement. In honor of its faithful service to carrying my wallet and chapstick for me over the last 18 months, I thought I'd share some highlights of places this purse has been. Here's to you, Old Yeller; you've served me well.  

In front of the Eiffel Tower

Walking across the Potomac on a trip to D.C. with Karyn Koops

In the middle of Nowhere, Indiana while on a roadtrip weekend

Accompanying me to weddings all summer long

Teach For America Institute this summer

Many, many, many trips to Chipotle.