Polished
I’ve never gotten around to polishing this old black leather purse.
It’s a backpack-style purse. Sturdy and practical. Cute, too. But it’s seen a few miles. It’s getting gray with age. A little leather polish would improve its looks, probably.
I never get around to polishing my fingernails, either.
They’re short-to-medium length, occasionally filed, more often chipped and ripped by the demands of daily life. On any given day, I have a thousand better things to do than paint my fingernails.
I, too, have seen a few miles, am sturdy and practical, and am getting gray with age. But everything still works, and I’ve never felt better.
You know what, forget the polish. I think I’ll let that purse just keep on trucking.
It’s a backpack-style purse. Sturdy and practical. Cute, too. But it’s seen a few miles. It’s getting gray with age. A little leather polish would improve its looks, probably.
I never get around to polishing my fingernails, either.
They’re short-to-medium length, occasionally filed, more often chipped and ripped by the demands of daily life. On any given day, I have a thousand better things to do than paint my fingernails.
I, too, have seen a few miles, am sturdy and practical, and am getting gray with age. But everything still works, and I’ve never felt better.
You know what, forget the polish. I think I’ll let that purse just keep on trucking.
This is short and snappy. Bring on the aging!
ReplyDeleteI love this! And oddly enough, I was just looking at my purse this morning and wondering where one would go to buy leather polish and then deciding it was too much trouble.
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