Tote Bag

Every Purse Has a Home to Go-When Sold in Creative Ways

As I strolled around in the shopping mall one day, I found an exceptionally amazing purse perched in a show window in the corner of a store. As I went inside, I found that, to my surprise, such a gorgeous purse had so little attention on it and nobody seemed to care       about it. Then an idea struck me. If I were a saleswoman, how would sell purses? Would I be able to change this purse’s fate?

First, I would try to find out the special attractions of every purse, like the unique shape of a purse, the distinctive accessories there is on it or the special pattern of it. While in that purse’s case, it has this huge flower shape, with petals all over it. Looking from afar, I   would have taken it for a real flower! Besides, it has this bright rose pink which would put itself in the limelight wherever it went. In a word, every purse is special in one way or another and thus has a selling point.

Then to sell a purse, I would put it in a whole picture. Any obscure purse, I may say, has an outfit to go with it. Figure out one or     more ways to mix and match the purse with different clothes is quite a convincing way to attract eye. They may not have found that   even the originally plain purse, when put together with a suitable outfit, could liberate so much charm. And those who showed no        interest at first many change their mind.

There is no single purse in the world that should settle for the fate of being ignored, cast aside and finally trashed. The only reason for  that is there is still no keen eye to discover its veiled charm. If I were a purse salesgirl, I bet every purse in my hands would receive the treatment it deserves!

My Ropey Purse and My Friend

When I am going to pay my bill or take out my purse, most of the cashiers would gaze at my purse with a freak expression floating on her/his face. It is not because my purse is outstanding, pretty or of a famous brand name, my purse is very ropey and unusable.

Ropey it is, I can not abandon it. It is a present from a friend. When I was a child, I was very lonely, my presents always moved house because of their work. When I moved to a new community, there was a lovely girl named Lucy leaved in the neighborhood. We spent our golden time together until I went to secondary school. After we separated with each other (because my presents went to another city), we wrote to each other. I had no intimate friend except her because I was always on the move with my presents and did not have time to make friends. But just because I have Lucy, I felt not alone.

Time crept without any traces. I can not imagine that we went to the same university six years ago after our separation. Then we were always together and I was just like her shadow. One day when we were shopping, a nice purse printed into my eyes. It was a leather one with delicate tassels and graceful embroidery. When I touched its body, I felt it very comfortable to the hand. "Do you like it?" Lucy asked me. I nodded my head. Then I brought a pink one for her and she brought a blue one for me.

Shortly after our shopping, on our way to our apartment, there was a car zigzaged like mad and rushed over us. At the very moment, I was freaked out. Then I felt I was pushed by a hand and fell over on the ground. When I came to myself, I found Lucy’s blood was all around her. Her left me forever. I was lonely again.

Since then, five years had past, I kept the purse with me just as if Lucy was still with me. My purse was older and I never thought to have a change. When I pay my bill or take out my purse, I would think how lucky I was when Lucy had been with me.