Everything here is a little more femmy than I'm used to. Bright flashing neon signs, a fringe around every shop and dashboard, every color--a pastel mixed with white. Pink is no longer reserved just for girls and neither are purses. So Steve and I have decided to become Taiwanese and we need the perfect man-purse to prove it. We haven't had to look far in order to get an eye-full of options, but we're waiting for that special purse that just calls out to us--that screams, "Hey Steve! Joe! I'm it! I'm the new you in a bag. You won't have to wait for people to discover your personalities anymore. You can wear it right on your arm!"
This picture shows one shopping trip for "the purse," but not the last. There are a lot of purses to try on.