I’m not a purse-carrying kind of woman. Quite frankly, I wasn’t even a purse carrying kind of girl. At no point in the past 40 years have I figured out how and what to put into a purse.
Since we’re on the subject, I’m also not particularly good at identifying which purse style goes with any particular occasion. Once when I thought I’d found a purse that fit my life and style, my best friend pronounced it “a training-bra of a purse.”
So, I mostly carry my keys and driver’s license in my shoe at formal events and in my pockets on other days.
My awkward relationship with purses was highlighted today when I heard a church lecture telling young women that the content of their character could be judged by the contents of their purses.
Of course this is a ridiculous and shallow (not to mention creepily invasive) way of figuring out the core of any person’s character, but I thought it would be amusing to judge me by the contents of the purse/bag/sack/satchel I carry these days.
Give it a shot. What does it say that I carry:
- a comedy notebook;
- a life observations notebook;
- a mini voice recorder;
- a camera;
- a blackberry charger;
- a camera battery charger;
- nail polish;
- an empty checkbook;
- a Luna bar;
- some Aleve;
- pens and highlighters;
- lab results;
- another woman’s lipstick;
- a wallet; and