"delight in disorder"

I was sitting in class today and I glanced down at my purse and thought, "wow, you are really ugly." I have had this purse for four years. Perhaps it is time to get a new one. There's an oatmeal stain inside that I have to try really hard to ignore.



But it has a secret compartment and I bought it because it reminds me of the little girl who goes into town to run errands with her mother and fills her pocketbook with the day's treasures. So I think I will use it until it is too ratty and tatty to hold anything.

Sometimes I think I find too much delight in disorder.