We sweat over which one to buy, hunt like nomads for the best deal and then we jump! and make the buy. Our heart pumps faster, the eyes glaze over and we make the decision.....THIS IS THE ONE. Then we wait. And wait. And watch the calendar. And wonder if we need to send an S.O.S to find the location of our bag. Then the dog's ears perk up and that beautiful, big white truck pulls into my cul-de-sac, the fella steps out holding a box that contains my new bag. I want to kiss him!:kiss: When Fred, my FedEx man walks up the driveway I start to sweat, yet again.....IT'S HERE! Then it begins, my new purse ritual. I carefully set the box on the kitchen island, making sure the counter is pristine clean. I slit the packing tape, unfold the box flap and gently lift her out. Unwrapping comes next, bubblewrap, tissue paper....and there she is, my new baby. I inspect her carefully, checking her bottom, closure, interior. I pooch out the body of the bag to see how much she might hold then put her on my shoulder and look in the mirror. I hold her this way and that, on my arm, in my hand..and delight in the appearance. I then load her up with the normal accompaniments from my other, now ~old~ bag. It is fun to place the cell in the slip pocket, the wallet right here, the daybook over here and the cosmetic case right there. Then I get the feel of how it will be to carry her around. After this first carry I unload the bag then treat her with the leather protectant spray, letting it dry thoroughly. Then she is ready to roll and I load her up again and go somewhere, ANYWHERE just to take her for a spin. Often times I take her to the local coffee house for her first trip out, sit and read the paper while I drink yet another au lait. When we arrive back home she goes to her special place, a nice hook in the kitchen, resting until she is again called out to play. Silly, maybe. But we all have them, that new bag ritual. What is yours?