It’s Thursday and that means it’s time for Mama Kat’s again and her Writer’s Workshop. This week I chose prompt #5.) What do the contents of your handbag/purse “say” about you?
(inspired by Kristi from Live And Love Out Loud)
I think first and foremost the contents of my purse would tell you that I am a slob. I don’t even know what all I have in there. Years ago my husband used to always say “You could never have an affair because whoever you had an affair with would know you have kids” because I always had diapers and toys and all kinds of stuff of the kids in my purse. I would always reply that I truly didn’t think if someone was going to have an affair that the contents of their purse would really be a deal breaker.
Even though my kids are now all grown, that doesn’t mean my purse got any smaller or any tidier. True, I no longer carry diapers and toys, but I have my own “toys” (like my Kindle).
My husband has also always joked that when I buy a purse it’s the size of a change purse and when I’m done it’s the size of a suitcase because I “stretch them out”. I don’t think I actually stretch them out… I just stuff them to their gills and beyond.
I guess first I should tell you that it’s like a “hobo” bag. It’s a huge pouch like shoulder bag which I affectionately refer to as my “hernia case”. My children use to affectionately call it “the fat kid” and threaten to buckle it in. I am almost embarrassed to admit that when I got my new car about a month ago I set my purse on the passenger seat and the car kept beeping at me because it thought a person was sitting in the seat because it weighed so much. Yeah… I do realize that’s pretty bad.
I’m not actually looking in my purse right now but going from memory of the last time I really looked in there I can kind of tell you a little of what I have in there. As previously stated, I have my kindle in there, my wallet which won’t even close at the present, much less “lock”. I have my checkbook, my day planner, a map of the state of Virginia (yes, I have a GPS and Navigator on my phone) which my mom gave me back in mid February when I drove up to Virginia and we were trying to decide the best course to take to my brother’s because I couldn’t find my GPS before I left Georgia and I don’t get great cell service in Virginia so I felt better having an actual paper back up so I didn’t get lost.
I have car keys to 4 different vehicles even though I only drive one at a time and 2 are in the possession of one of my daughters at her apartment. I have make up and chap stick. I have medicines, both prescription and over the counter (including my soy care in case I start having my crazy menopausal symptoms). I have fingernail clippers and tissues because you never know when you might need them. I usually have a bottle of water in varying stages of fullness depending on the day. I have breath mints, just in case! I have receipts galore that I need to weed through and several items of mail that I carry with me for when I have a few extra minutes to go through which hasn’t happened for several weeks. I have credit cards and gift cards and cash. I have pens and mechanical pencils. I have at least one of those flash drives in there.
Since I have everything except the kitchen sink (or so it seems) I do find it odd that I do NOT have a brush in my purse. As often as I could use one, I have no brush. I also do NOT have a mirror in that never ending pile of crap in there. I do not have a camera in there either. Reading back through this, I realize I do NOT have the time to clean it out which is really what I need to do. I need to find out exactly what if in there but I really think I do need to take a weed eater to it and cut back on the junk. So thanks for this reminder so that I could take a closer look at the crap in there. As long is there is no “actual crap” in there, I guess I’m good to go. To paraphrase those Capitol One Norsemen “What’s in YOUR wallet?