Purses, Handbags and Pocketbooks

Purse, handbag, pocketbook (okay, nobody carries a pocketbook anymore!)  No matter what you call it, they say one can tell alot by looking inside it.  Uh, oh...

It's not so much the contents of my purse that's telling.  I have the usual items.  My reading glasses (or two pair). A few tubes of lipstick, worn down to various levels (even though I only use one shade) hand sanitizer, two packs of sugarless gum, some tissues, my wallet, with the prerequisite credit cards, my driver's license (that has the same weight I was 25 years ago and a photo that makes me look like a crystal meth user) a little bit of cash and change, sometimes a bottle of water, and of course, photos of the grandkids. Nothing revealing there.  I bet 80% of the women I know have the same items in theirs, some of the time.

What's more telling than the contents of my purse is the condition.  One would think I'm a terrible housekeeper if the interior of a purse was the gauge.  I carry a purse until it wears out and then I throw it out and get a new one.  (Designer purses aren't an option then, are they?)  I also use my purse as a receptacle for receipts, gum wrappers, and any other paraphernalia I may accumulate over a period of months.   And it stays that way until it gets so heavy that I start walking like Quasimodo or Rumpke Trash Service schedules a special recycling stop just for me.

I envy women who are so organized that their purse is pristine at all times.  It must be wonderful - being so organized.  But I like my purse the way it is.  I never know what I'll find when I empty it.  And who doesn't love a treasure hunt?