My purse is always the same - large and roomy so I can store my credit cards as well as a portable lounge chair should needs be. Seriously, if one were to look into my purse they would think I was some kind of magician. Exclaims of, “How can you store all THAT into such a relatively tiny portal?!” are sure to ensue. Bandaids? Check. Water bottle? Natch. Gum? Of course! A book and a tablet? Why not? How about makeup, credit cards, a magazine, spare socks, sunglasses and a day planner? Who doesn’t, right? My doomsday self is convinced I'll never know when I might be stranded or abducted by an alien so having extra snacks or a compass at the ready honors my inner girl scout.
I’m stunned
I don’t have permanent shoulder damage as a result of all my “let’s just put it
in there and I’ll deal with it tomorrow/Scarlett O’Hara” mentality. When it
comes to most things in life, I believe in organization and tidiness. There are, however, two
exceptions to this rule: the contents of my purse and the contents of my even
bigger purse…my car. Now that's what I call carrying around extra baggage!
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