Inspired by my friend Bluesleepy who bared all on her blog, (the innards of her pocketbook that is,) here it is: The Stuff In My Purse. Yes, the life of a woman demystified. Yech. They'll probably have me thrown out of the club for this. I think that's a rule. Never let anyone see what's residing in the recesses of the carpetbag hauled around daily.
Let's see, the giant black thing with "Attitude" on it (employee of the month award at a CVB I may or may not have ever worked for... heh) is just a sturdy notebook holder for lists made on those teeny legal pads. Pens pilfered from various places, plus a few I actually purchased, like the one that writes purple. Little white bottle for drugs. Ibuprofen, thank you, before the drug dogs break in. Hand sanitizer; eight year old, nuff said. Three lipsticks that I routinely forget that I even have. I like all the colors, but I can't remember to put it on. Lip balm, can remember that. Got smart and got the tinted kind, so that's another contributing factor to forgetting the lipstick. Ummmm, giant brown zipper wallet, financial life in there, hand salve, pulse point perfume roller, sample shampoo my stylist gave me for Christmas (yet another forgotten item, a wonder it hadn't spilled all over creation... not going back inside.) Oh, see that small maroon square leatherette looking thing about middle right? That hides the most petite cutest girly post-it notes. I think I've used one.
What else? Oh, lovely saline nose spray. I can't have Afrin, so that has to do. I pretend I'm swimming in the Gulf. Two, count 'em, two pairs of four-dollar dark-as-they-come sunglasses, handy and almost disposable. Altoids cinnamon gum. I buy it by the case on Amazon, can't live without it. A Quizno's menu, good reading while standing in line, a check I need to deposit for some free lance work. Compact and powder (can't remember to use that either.... I guess sooner or later I'll get it all by osmosis.) Teeny purple hairbrush, left over from my driving a convertible days, still very handy. I guess that's about everything.
Have you figured out what's NOT in my purse? My keys. WHERE ARE MY KEYS???? A question for the ages. Apparently the bloody damn things are photo shy, so they're off somewhere in a pocket or busy getting run through the washer or taking a snooze in the trunk of the car or stuck in the lock in the side door. They'll turn up.
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