Today’s post is in response to a prompt from Mama Kat’s Writing Workshop.
5.) What do the contents of your handbag/purse “say” about you?
Before I “spill” the contents of my purse, let me share this story from years ago.
I was a young girl, and my (grown) sister, my mom and I went to see A Hard Day’s Night, the Beatles movie. Wanting desperately to be an adult, I took my purse. And on the way home, realized that I had left it in my seat at the theater. I was terrified that my collection of Beatles bubble-gum cards (the most valuable and likely the only contents of that purse) could, at that moment, be in the hands of some other Beatles fan.
We called the theater, they found my purse, we retrieved it, and thankfully, my Beatles cards were safe. My mother informed me that if I were going to be grown-up enough to carry a purse, I needed to be sure to keep up with it. Lesson learned.
So here are the contents of my current-day purse:
My wallet, of course. It contains the usual: credit cards, drivers license, a little cash, too many store reward cards and a couple of family photos. I think that just says that I’m the average woman.
Lipstick, gloss, compact, emery board. Once again, just the average woman.
Two ink pens and a pencil. The pencil says that I work crossword puzzles while I’m on the go.
A stack of receipts. Motor Man and I are receipt-savers, and they seem to multiply in my purse. This says I don’t clean out my purse as often as I should.
Gotta have a tissue in my purse. No explanation necessary; it’s pollen season.
A Granola Bar and Trident Peppermint Gum. Hey, the average woman occasionally needs a snack, and who doesn’t like fresh breath?
A small change purse. You might not think so from its outward appearance, but this little change purse says that I am prepared for just about anything.
The contents:
A spare contact lens, those wonderful little toothpicks, dental floss, pain relievers (in the pill box), nail clippers, a set of keys to our beach house and a cool little pink flashlight.
But the most important thing the contents of my purse say about me?
No Beatles bubble-gum cards. I finally grew up.
these days of mine 