The Mrs. and I had a great weekend in Austin with friends which you’ll hear more about later this week. The trip included bacon & maple doughnuts and Laura possibly getting embarrassed more than she ever has before. Yeah, stay tuned. In the meantime, it’s Murse Monday! Aaaaahhhhhhh!
It’s a bird. It’s a plane. No, it’s SuperMurse! This guy must have just seen the new Batman movie and felt like he had to ‘fit in.’ Well, it didn’t work. It appears the guy behind him is also murse hunting and is snapping a great close-up shot with his phone. Well played plaid-shirt. Well played.
Our brave blog reader, Kathy, snapped this in Maryland on public transportation (bonus points). The only thing that makes moe more nervous about his hand being in the bag like that is his singular right sleeve rolled up. What the heck kind of fashion does Maryland have going there? At least he’s getting some eco-friendly shopping done. Still, the creepy hand in the murse? (Shaking my head, or SMH, as the cool kids say it)
This murse carrier had a little pep in his step at an Austin, TX thrift store. He was a slippery sucker as he had me bobbing and weaving throughout racks of clothes just to get a clear shot. I almost got caught red-handed when Laura was pointing and laughing at me trying to get a good shot. Rule #372 of murse hunting: Never blow your partners cover. Luckily, I am a murse marksman by now or else it would have been curtains for me.
Good people that read this here blog, we are continually amazed and flattered when you send us murse shots. Keep up the good work. Have a great Monday and keep doing what you do so well!
Top o’ the Monday to ya! Our weekend was full of surprise party’s and celebrations, so why not keeping it going with a celebration of murses? It’s Murse Monday!
Man, this guy looks angry. We’ll just call him ‘the angry murse carrier’ from now on or TAMC for short. I can’t blame the guy. I’d be mad too if my wife laid out a brown murse with a black suit. Especially if my suit was paired with a red button-up. We’re sorry TAMC. We’re sorry and shamed.
WHY?!?!?!?! You are carrying a backpack. Why then, do you also need to carry a murse? It looks to me like this guy has more than ample room to fit whatever is in his blue and grey designed murse into his backpack. He could actually just put the murse IN the backpack. By the way, you can totally see my murse hunting shadow. It’s like seeing the groundhog on Groundhog Day. That means 6 more months of murses.
Ooh. I love the t-shirt and murse combo here. NOT. A murse deserves a little more respect than a t-shirt. Maybe he could throw on a man-scarf or just borrow the scarf from his wife. He gets a little credit for wearing khaki pants, I suppose, but then he loses that credit for wearing a t-shirt with khaki pants. It’s a vicious cycle, you see.
Happy Monday everyone! Go out there into the world and give it your best this week. We also wouldn’t mind if you captured a couple of murse shots and sent them in to us. I’m just saying.
Ahhhh, Murse Monday. We don’t know if you noticed or not, but we actually forgot to do Murse Monday last week. I take that back, we do know that you noticed. We received quite a bit of backlash via email, Twitter, text message and fax machine. It won’t happen again. Sorry to disappoint the 12 of you. Let’s get this Monday started off right.
Check out this dude’s baby bjorn murse. Upon snapping this, I really did have to make sure he wasn’t carrying his baby momma’s baby up in that thing. When he pulled a box of snacks out of it, I realized that couldn’t be true. This seems like a very useful murse as it just kind of swoops around the waist. Nice. Speaking of waist, is that lady with the fuchsia jacket mean mugging us or what? Geez lady, I’m just murse hunting. Move along. Nothing to see.
When I saw this murse carrier, I practically sprinted all over this museum just to catch up and get a good shot. Sorry it’s bit blurry, but I think you can see all that you need to see. Now this is what I call loyalty to your country. A country flag leather murse. The price tag on this must have been crazy. It looks like a tennis racket bag, but I’ve never seen anyone play tennis in boots like that (which I love, btw) and tight jeans. I guess there’s a first for everything, though. Like the lady behind him wearing jorts and red cowboy boots.
This is getting too easy, people. I’ve got so much confidence when taking pictures of murses that I don’t even think about being caught anymore. And frankly, I don’t care. There must be sacrifices when taking photos of man bags. I was so close to this guy I might as well be a pick pocket. Too bad I don’t pick the pockets of guys wearing white denim. I’d be a little suspicious if I were the ticket taker, though. I mean, what exactly do you need a murse for when going to a musical? (Jersey Boys is great, by the way)
Happy Monday people! Let’s play a game this week. It’s called ‘how many murses can you find, take pictures of and send to us to be featured on Murse Monday?’ Ready…set…go.
Laura is out of town this entire week, so that leaves me to hold down the fort/blog. I guess that means I can also post anything I want without her changing or editing it. NEWSFLASH: Any content posted on our blog this week may not be suitable for people who don’t like to have fun or who don’t have a sense of humor. There. Now you can’t say I didn’t warn you. Let’s move on, shall we?
I don’t get it. Why are people who carry murses so oblivious to their surroundings? I was standing awkwardly close to this guy with a phone camera pointed at him for a solid 30 seconds and he didn’t even notice. Maybe he thought, ‘Man, this guy taking a picture of me must think I’m a model because I’m wearing this man bag, I better pretend to eat these fries.’ No sir. I was actually taking a picture of you, your murse, and your tucked in t-shirt.
This shot was sent to us all the way from Spain! If not for his very unique murse, this guy has tourist written all over him. You can tell by the sock-less loafers. Well, that, and the uber-white skin complexion. And blonde hair. Otherwise, bravo young man for carrying such a unique murse. It looks like one of those Mary Poppins bags where she keeps pulling stuff out of it. Bravo, indeed, Mr. Poppins.
This shot was captured by a friend of ours who is a top 3 professional disc golf player in the world. I’m not kidding. She also captured this shot of a spectator…while she was playing her round. I’m also not kidding. I love the lengths our blog readers go to capture a murse.
Speaking of…this has to be the oldest murse carrier we have on record. Are we looking at the original murseman? And good sir, what exactly is that sitting on your head? I don’t know, but it’s amazing. Regardless, this man deserves respect for being the Elder Murseman. Everyone bow down. Also, I believe we need to name him? Any suggestions?
People, we are continually surprised and flattered at the lengths you go to take pictures of murses and send them to us from all walks of life and all over the world. Someday, more than 12 people will read this here blog, but until then, happy murse hunting folks.
You know what time it is. I don’t even need to tell you. Let’s be honest…this is the only cure for ‘a case of the Mondays.’ We were all thinking it and someone had to say it. So it might as well be me. Let’s go.
This is too perfect NOT to be a murse model. Suit is probably from Men’s Wearhouse (cue raspy voice saying ‘You’ll like the way you look, I guarantee it’). Everything is clean and in order. Murse is in perfect Murse Position 1. You can tell the left hand is in the pocket. Someone will have to convince me this isn’t a mannequin at this point. Although not even a mannequin would wear an olive murse. Fact.
Nothing makes that trip to Home Depot quite right without a leather murse being carried in the ‘side saddle’ position. That and some sock-less loafers. And khaki shorts that cause a wedgie. Sir, you are looking in the wrong place. Fuchsia is on the TOP shelf.
The dude with the white murse is bold for sure, especially when he tries to rock the elbow padded jacket/hoodie thingie. I bet his walking buddy with the normal ole backpack is embarrassed for him. Then again, he is wearing a flat cap, so maybe not. All I know is that the dude striding toward them in the khaki suit and red plaid scarf has SWAG. Bryan has a man crush.
Happy Monday everyone! Crush it this week at work or whatever you are doing. Remember: friends don’t let friends carry murses.
After five days in Santa Fe, you had to know we would find some crazy murses in the ‘land of enchantment’ and ‘land of people who don’t take showers very often.’ More to come on our trip later in the week (including how I completely ripped my pants by breaking it down on the dance floor), but here’s a little Murse Monday action, New Mexico style, for you on this glorious Monday morning.
I know it’s a little blurry, but when I’m out hunting murses, any kind of etiquette or respect for my surroundings is thrown completely out the window. The kind of murses found in Santa Fe look a lot like this. Open top. Usually beaded and colorful. Owner is likely wearing a tucked in t-shirt into jeans. His lady is typically wearing a Texas tuxedo (all denim). You know, about what you’d expect from The Land of Enchantment. Enchanting indeed.
This is special. I was walking around the Santa Fe farmers market, taking in some good street breakdancing (seriously), when this guy walked right past me. Clearly, I followed him. At one point I lost track of him but then spotted the scrunched tube socks and knew I had found the right guy. This murse is certainly one of the most intricate we have found…and I wonder how much he paid or traded for this. Probably cost him plenty of turquoise jewelry. Or at least a pair of super white tube socks.
This one comes to us from Sarah in Nashville. It’s a rare thing when we find it, but I’ll just say it: This guy is straight up carrying a women’s purse. Part of me respects him for going all out and being bold with his bag choice, but part of me loses respect for human kind at the same time. In other news…why is that lady with zebra bag behind him all up in that other lady’s business? One of life’s biggest unanswered questions, for sure.
Happy Monday everyone! Do good work this week. And by good work I mean hunt down some murses and send the pictures to us. We believe in you.
Well hello there again fellow Murse Mondayers/ans/ites! I don’t know about you, but this past weekend sure wasn’t long enough for us. At least we have some great murses to ease you into your week. Leggo!!
The way this murse is faded so badly, I kind of feel like this guy had to be one of the original Murseketeers. He also carries his murse lower than anyone else we’ve ever seen. Chalk up some points for being unique to the man in (faded) black.
This murse is about as typical is as you get. What I want to know is why anyone would buy jeans with triangle pockets! Excuse me sir, can you give me directions to the triangle wallet store? Also, is the left side of your body not really heavy with that murse AND cardigan thrown over your shoulder? Double whammy.
We were sent this shot all the way from Boston not even recognizing the murse in the picture because our family name is the name of this here market. Then our eyes fixated on the two-toned brown leather murse. And the Kangol hat. And the one billion bananas. Clearly, this guy is on a mission: Evade the camera taking this shot. It didn’t work.
Happy Monday everyone! Good luck murse hunting this week.
In my mind, this is one of the best Murse Monday’s of all time. An instant classic, if you will (and I will). Our 12 blog readers have really outdone themselves with their submissions this week. So please, keep it up people. Let’s roll!
This murse was found in Orlando, Florida. While it’s definitely more purse than murse, I respect the uniqueness of the raw edges and olive color. I haven’t seen one like this before. I do have one question for this guy: Is it really comfortable standing this awkwardly with your toes kissing? Let me answer that for you. Nope, not at all.
Mind = blown. This picture is just all kinds of confusing. Not only are these ‘manly men’ carrying murses to a sporting event; the guy on the left is carrying two, they are wearing matching hats, t-shirt jerseys and denim AND there’s the worst offense of all. They are clearly Texas Rangers fans given their attire, but homeboy on the right is carrying a San Francisco Giants murse…the very team that beat the Rangers in the World Series two years ago. That’s what I call blasphemy.
This may be one of the best murses of 2012. This one was found in Dublin at Queen of Tarts (you MUST go there) by some friends who were visiting Ireland last week. It might take a while to spot the murse, but when you do, you will undoubtedly say the same exact thing we did either in your head or out loud….OH. DEAR. GOD.
(Slow clap ensues)
Happy Monday everyone! Speaking of happy Mondays: If you’d like to make tens of peoples’ Monday happy, send in any murse pictures you take to info@herethereandelsewhere.com and we’ll feature them on this here blog.
We love you like a fat kid loves cake,
B+L
Happy belated Mothers Day to all you mothers reading this here blog! We hope that you were showered with love and gifts. Speaking of love and gifts, this edition of Murse Monday is quite the treat. See that awesome segue I just created? From Mothers Day to murses in one sentence. I’m amazing. Enough about me. Enjoy these murses.
This is what I like to call an oxymoron. The manliest place someone could be, a home improvement store, with the least manly accessory on earth…and he’s wearing flip-flops. That’s just wrong.
This guy was trying to high-tail it out of this coffee shop when he saw me pull my phone out. He knew what was about to happen. No one can escape the murse-arazzi. Not even speedster two-toned murse guy.
No, this guy does not normally have a handlebar mustache and wear oversized sunglasses. We had to protect his identity because he was looking directly at us. If you look closely I think he’s giving us the finger with the hand that’s in the hoodie. I would too if someone caught me with a black mini-murse. Embarrassing indeed, good sir.
We hope you all have a great week! Do something crazy…like keep your eyes peeled for murses and send the pictures in to us so we can show them to the world/12 blog readers.
We are super duper tired today, how about you? Man, this Whole30 diet thingy we are on is awesome in a health sense, but completely not awesome in a social sense. Watching people eat ice cream and cupcakes and french fries and really just about anything that isn’t fruits, vegetables or meats is kind of frustrating. But that’s neither here nor there. On to really important things. Here is your weekly diet of murses. Enjoy!
This mall walker couldn’t elude me as I’m shifty and persistent in getting murse shots. Duh. Everyone knows that. But the closer I got to this murse, the more I realized something: If I ever had the thought to purchase/wear a murse, and I don’t, it would look something like this. Don’t tell my wife.
This is officially the first time I was caught in the act of snapping a murse. Lady, while your face is filled with shame for standing next to a man who has been digging around in his tiny murse for what seemed like hours looking for something, the look on my face was guaranteed pure joy and pride. I win, you lose.
One of our loyal 12 readers, Christina, sent this in to us all the way from Disneyland. Yes, he is carrying a murse with Scottie dogs on it. Yes, his wife had her very own purse as well. Yes, his hand is awkwardly sitting on his hip. Yes, God wanted the world to very clearly see this shot as the sun rays came down on this dude at just the right time to show us all of the most important features of this murse carrier. God, all of us thank you for this picture.
Have a fantastic Monday people! Do your thang. Watch our friend Sweet Brown on the news. Keep your eyes peeled for murses this week.
