wasted worries.....

ok, so i will share one of my more wasted worries.......those especially vexing concerns that expand like too many pieces of bubble gum when chewed........this particular panic occured as we were driving to the princeton bbq.....i am in recently aquired goodwill treasures......with my usual purse left at home in favor of the sweet black tote with a lithograph panel of a french fruit and vegetable stand.....so unique and so adorable.....i thought when i bought it.....but as we got closer and closer to lexington it occured to me that my distinctive purse may be too....distinctive.....as in........what if the tasteful person who bought and discarded said purse showed up at this event.....omg.......highly unlikely, when one considers the population of lexington, and lack of proximity to the goodwill outlet and the location of the event......but.......these sort of realistic considerations rarely take the edge off the frets of a world-class worrier.......i had a reverse experience years ago....when i was interviewing prospective applicants for a kitchen job...way back when i ran the hospital dietary department.......and a girl came in wearing a skirt/top combo that i had made, and later donated to the salvation army when i grew tired of wearing it......it, too was distinctive.......the tea-dyed floral cotton, with a peasant-top with ties at the wrists instead of button cuffs.......i kept the provenance of the girl's outfit to myself....as to not embarass her.....it was no longer mine and it was nice to see somebody else getting use out of it.....but back to my original point about the current possession of somebody else's castoffs......it could still be uncomfortable and unsettling.....nothing of the kind happened.....which is the way of wasted worries.......and i am still enjoying the purse......though now my worries have morphed into new and improved frets.....best kept to myself until i can muster the courage to disclose them.......