"Cause any woman with a purse that big is bound ta have somethin' I don't want to know about."
- Jason to Amy (True Blood)
I am not a small purse person. I have tried and tried. I have way too much to worry about and a small purse with a long strap that crosses across the front and hangs at the side of my hip would be so...well...hip. And light. But then I look in my purse and realize that it will probably always be a short-lived dream to have this small purse (unless I carried a second one...which would really be a third one if you count the diaper bag).
Some people look at me and think I am super organized. And I really like to be. And I have all the tools to be super-organized. I have the knowledge. I love labels and matching boxes and canisters and files and all that good stuff. But I admit it. I am a bit of a pack rat. And really....it is the pack rat that needs all the organizational stuff, really. I mean, if you don;t have a bunch of stuff to organize, you don't have an issue, do you?
What does this have to do with my big, fat mother-of-a-purse? Well...the fact that I am a pack rat really does not help my cause. If I can't find a garbage, it goes in the purse. If I think I might need it, it goes in the purse. If my kids want me to hold it, it goes in the purse. If I don't have time to put it back where it really belongs, it goes in the purse.
A small purse just does not cut it people.
|A reasonable facsimile|
of my bag
Let's take a little look-see in my purse shall we? I currently have: 2 wallets, 1 change purse, 7 napkins from 2 different coffee places, 4 tissues in different states of use, 2 packs of gum, 2 pacifiers, 3 dinky cars, a plastic spoon, 37 (yes, thirty-seven!) different business cards, 7 different scraps of paper with shopping lists on them (organized so nicely by store and section (i.e.: Grocery store: Produce, Meat, Dairy, Frozen, Canned, etc), an inhaler, a large bottle of extra strength Advil, 2 juice boxes, 1 squished granola bar, a pair of gloves (let me remind you it is almost July!), a single sock, my iPhone earphones, 2 magazines, 2 books, so many receipts I can't count them all, and not counting the change in m my several money receptacles, $4.36 in coins. Also, a cheque from the government for $100. From 2 months ago. I also have baby toys, school forms, hand lotion, makeup, tweezers, a nail file, a diaper that is now too small for my baby, a few combs, a few pieces of cheap jewellery...oh man I could go on and on.
|Why I need my bag.|
Pretty good reason I would say.
So I may not be organized...but I am frickin prepared! I mean if I ever happen to be on the new Let's Make a Deal and they offer me $100 for a hard boiled egg, I just may have one! I usually have something to wipe a nose, buy a much needed Tim Horton's coffee, stick in a crying baby's mouth or read.
I love those little mini Coach bags I see everywhere. I really do. But really, what's the point? All it really says to me is "I just spent $200 on a bag that holds nothing." Yay you.
|A cute Coach bag.|
So my neck and back may be sore from lugging this thing around. But of course...I have my Advil. And juice to wash it down. And a book or magazine to read while I do that.
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