The Purse
Just for fun, I decided to photograph my purse. It's a lovely purse - Liz Claiborne - medium brown, mock crock, with a couple of nice pockets in it. Here it is:
Upon emptying it out - and disposing of all the crap that has collected in it, like old ATM slips, outdated coupons, and bits of motherly detritus - I found that I don't really carry much around.
Here's a peek into my life:
Wallet, cell phone, tissues, pen drive, schedule, and checkbook. Usually, there's a packet of wet wipes in there too, but I used the last one in Charleston and have yet to replace them.
I love traveling light, but I need the big purse to off-set the big body. I'd look like I was carrying one of Miss Peanut's bags if I had anything smaller, according to my Mom.
Thanks for that, Mom. Thanks a lot.
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Mom's are supposed to say stuff like that. Here's one from mine: 'oh, I see you've still a pretty good rear hip on you'
Yeah thanks Mom, I know my ass is 'ample'!
Anyway-is that a Corgi cheque book? Cute!
By Anonymous, At 11:01 PM
Ooooh...I luuuurve that purse.
Its the kind that only looks cooler as it gets older too.
By portuguesa nova, At 8:04 AM
I'm glad to see you live an organised life.
Have you considered killing yourself?
Or marrying an Australasian?
By garfer, At 7:03 PM
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