Today I bought a purse from the Purse Lady at the Farmer's Market for $22. I told her that five years ago I bought a purse from her and that it was now a bunch of threads, but I still get more compliments on it than any other purse I wear. She got all teary eyed and said, "Thank you, my dear! You make me so happy!" Since she didn't accept checks, I had to borrow money from my friend to pay for it. She told me that she had made the purse I chose the night before. The poor lady is grossly underearning, and doesn't seem to realize the obscene amount of money LA ladies will pay for a bag made of nylon, or some creepy jelly substance (Ok, so I do really wanted a Jelly Kelly, but am not into a position to shell out that kind of cash for something that will go out of style in three months). She could be bankrolling it with a few orders at Anthropologie, or some other overpriced store that can make a clothesline look sheek and edgy.

It made me wonderif I, too, am grossly underestimating the value of my own talents. It takes an underearner to know an underearner. Still, I did support her underearning, by not offering more $$ for the purse (am I crazy?).

Just for today, I can own my worth (and, perhaps, some day charge for it).