Small Decisions

A holiday craft fair – I needed a bag. I’d looked for a while, and that was a drag. I passed by a vendor – a bag called my name. It had a few faults; my objections seemed lame. The straps were too short. It was shaped like a sack; But it offered more than the things it did lack. The leather was mushy, so soft to the touch; I knew that I liked it – was not sure how much. A discount was offered, the stuffing removed. When slung on my shoulder, its comfort was proved. I stood there and held it; the minutes ticked by. The saleswoman laughed, but no pressure’d apply. At last I decided I’d spring for the purse; ‘Cause if I had left it, I knew I’d feel worse. The vendor then asked how I ever decide If there’s something important from which I can’t hide. I told her decisions get easy for me, The bigger they are or they’re seeming to be. I struggle with small stuff – it’s hard to explain; But the huge resolutions require no strain. Yet a purchase when I’m not quite sure how I feel Somehow seems to appear like a really big deal. So I’ve got a new bag – what an effort to get it! My fingers are crossed that I will not regret it!