Like any good procrastinator, I put it off. I snooped around at all the other purse posts and joked around about how the insides of my purse would shock and amaze everyone and now it's time for the big reveal, so to speak.
This is me, wearing my purse. Don't be afraid of the outfit. Love the outfit.
This is the entrance to my purse. Be afraid.
Here, are the entire contents of my purse, laid out on the kitchen table. Are you running away yet?
Because there is so much . . . stuff, I thought we'd break it down in to sections. This is the first section, which contains my car keys (with my gym membership card attached that I hardly ever use), my hairbrush, my wallet (empty, sigh, it was a long weekend), McRae's McDonald's money and 2 Starbucks drink sleeves (recycled).
Here we have my checkbook (which contains no checks, Katie's preschool took the last one last week), pencils for baseball, hand sanitizer (if you are a mom, and you don't have this in your purse, shame on you!), hand lotion, 2 granola bars (Trader Joe's Nutty Chocolate for the little one, Quaker 90-Calorie Dark Chocolate Cherry for me), my nail file, 2 lipsticks, and my trusty Cover Girl compact (I've used this same kind since I was 14). I have no idea what that plastic blue thingy is, but it looks important!
Our final photo shows what was at the very bottom of my purse. Dr. Burts Rescue Ointment (I love this stuff, it works for EVERYTHING!), a hair clippie, 2 jewels (I wonder whose those are?), a Rubix Cube keychain (again, I have no idea who this belongs to, I only know that it can keep a 4-year-old quiet for 2 hours in a veterinarian's waiting room), spare change and that pink piece of paper - which is the bill for Roy's emergency visit to the vet on Friday to have puncture wounds from his bark collar treated.
Did you get that last part? Yes, my little Roy must've fallen or something (we really can't figure it out) on his bark collar, which resulted in some horrible looking wounds. I only knew about them when I went to remove his collar, he didn't even act hurt. Luckily, the homeopathic remedy that our veterinarian gave him is working. I will never, ever be skeptical of homeopathic vets. He is doing great and there appears to be no infection whatsoever. Lucky dog!
Here is a close up of the Dr. Burts - it is magic. Got a hangnail? Slap some of this on it and it will disappear.
I know you are all dying to share the contents of your purses, so have at it!
I am going to tag one person, my best friend Linda. One, because you will just die when you see her purses, they are so fine they blow my mind. Two, because . . . well, just because!