I always envy those women who carry teeny tiny little purses that look like they hold maybe a folded hankie and a quarter for a phone call.
I call my purse the Mary Poppins bag. It isn’t black, but it holds an endless amount of everything. It must be like the TARDIS – bigger on the inside than on the outside.
I want to be someone who can be a minimalist, but it’s just not me. The real me insists on having a pen and a back-up pen. And a Sharpie just in case I need to label something. A couple of pairs of earplugs in an old prescription pill bottle. A little flashlight. A tin box of various kinds of medications – Advil, Beano, antihistamines, and Tylenol just in case a friend can’t take Advil and needs a pain reliever. A nail file and nail clippers. Probably a little pair of scissors, too. Plus all the usual hair brush, makeup, phone kinds of things.
It goes on and on, and sometimes it’s so annoying, having a purse that weighs as much as some carry-on bags.
It’s not annoying, though, when I can swoop down and save the day. My friend needs a throat lozenge? Why, I believe I have one right here! Hand sanitizer? No problem, my friend, your germs are now dead!
So tell me, which are you? The person with the tiny purse or the wallet with only one credit card, or a Mary Poppins like me? And if you’re Mary Poppins, what’s the weirdest item in your purse? C’mon. You can tell me.