I’m just an old hippie. There, I said it.

I’ve been using this purse, made out of the leg of a pair of Robby’s old jeans, as a sampler to learn embroidery. [See it unadorned here.] But the bright yellow threads contrasted with purple on the blue denim background seemed just a tad bit too colorful for me to actually wear. I’m one of those people who wears black most of the time, in the self-delusion that it makes me invisible. The thought of wearing this purse in public made me feel a little embarrassed — until I realized that it’s expressing who I am. I never use my clothes as a form of expression — except to say, “Don’t look at me!”

Talk about epiphanies.

So I’m going to wear my hippie purse proudly, and when someone remarks on it I’m going to say, “Yep, this is me. I’m just a hippie at heart.”

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