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Handbag & Book with 
Vicki Batman
Drawstrings are back in style! While vacationing, I passed a store window and saw in incredible electric blue drawstring handbag and fell in love. But the price--nononono. Then I remembered I have a vintage drawstring. I'd bought this black vinyl one several years ago at an antique mall. It's so neat with the great pockets outside and a good side. It does lend itself to slinging over the shoulders, too, and holds my belongings easily. 

Handsome told me to buy the electric blue one for my Annual Fun Day, but so far, I'm passing. It's a hard call since I don't have an electric blue handbag; however, the price!!! And since I have the opportunity to test drive this one I have carried for a while, I can decide after if it is really what I want. 


And in case you missed, Annual Fun Day was also the launch of Temporarily Insane, my second romantic comedy mystery. Here's a bit about it:
Bad job. Wrong love. And Murder.  Hattie Cooks takes a job at an accounting firm where mishaps and murders are definitely fishy.Excerpt:Trixie had some nerve.“Stop it, Hattie!” Her reprimand, the one which had shot a stabbing pain to my right eye, sounded terribly out of character, like she had little patience for me. Ordinarily, she was the nicest person I knew, didn’t have a mean bone in her body. The kind who rescued animals, picked up trash at Sommerville Park, and prepared food for the elderly.      Not today. I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms across my chest in a school girl flaunt.Trixie tilted forward in her desk chair, her bosom almost resting on her desk. “This nonsense has to end. Your moan sounded like an obscure breed of a bizarre...untamed...wounded animal.” She returned to an upright and seated position and in tiny increments, rotated her chair from side-to-side, waiting for me to say something not stupid.In truth, Trixie had pounded the nail on the head. I had nothing to add. My whole life had turned into an obscure, bizarre, bad reflection of itself, thus wounding me to my core. I sighed and pouted an if only. Don’t go there.My funsister friend owned the employment agency Jobs Inc., and on occasion, she’d happily assisted me in finding temporary work since my dream job had been flushed down the proverbial toilet a few months back, thus soiling my picture perfect life. For this newest assignment she’d located, I’d be employed as an administrative assistant for the managing partner at Northside, Lancaster, and Brookside, Certified Public Accountants, headquartered in my hometown of Sommerville.   At first, she’d sounded oh-so pleasant when we began our yak about the opportunity. “Think accounting,” she’d teased, followed by a small chuckle.Her laugh had spoken volumes of Encyclopedia Britannica proportions.
Find Temporarily Insane at: Amazon ebook  Amazon PBTWRP ebook  TWRP PB

So any of you willing to jump on the drawstring handbag bandwagon?