Two of my favorite features in US magazine are when they show the contents of a celeb’s purse or tote, and when they give the behind-the-scenes peek at the cover shoot. I’ve seen a lot of bloggers do the “purse peeks” too. But I gotta say, most of the time, I look at the pictures, and the contents, and think “no way in hell.” Either they clean it up and edit it before the shot. Or I’m the only one with a purse full of randomness.
And you know I don’t believe that.
I’d like to think of my purse as similar to Mary Poppins’ magical bag. Whatever you need, I likely have it.
I was quite chuffed to discover a band-aid in my purse, because while I may have a bunch of other things you didn’t think you needed but did, I am usually NOT the Mom with the band-aids. Even if I’ve had the Mom gig for almost 10 years.
The only things that are missing from this picture are my camera and hand sanitizer. ‘Cause I just ran out. But trust me, I always have it. Mostly because my daughter is a germophobe’s nightmare. And you know, ’cause I’m a bit of a germophobe myself.
(You can click on the picture to make it bigger … fyi)
I always have chapstick. And sunblock. And mints. Candy to bribe the kids if need be. Hey, honesty is good.
I have a stack of business cards from a few blogger trips I’ve taken this year. I really should do something with them. And a stack of my own business cards. To shove in the hands of whomever I’m talking to.
I have a pile of assorted paperwork. Including some for the new car that they said should stay in the car. Whatever.
Madeline’s cell phone. Mine. Glasses for everyone. Including a pair that is missing one lens. A missing lens that did not turn up my purse. Um, ok. That bums me out because it’s one of my favorite pairs.
And I’m sure it has absolutely NOTHING to do with the fact that Madeline has been using the glasses case as a wallet.
An all-natural alternative to Frontline for Maxwell that I thought I had lost, but it doesn’t really matter because it doesn’t work spit.
A princess crown cupcake topper from my niece Sophie’s 4th birthday.
Money from a country that I can’t identify that someone pawned off on me and I didn’t catch. Don’t you hate that?
Then there’s my wallet. The guy at the dealership had the most unusual expression on his face when he saw it, and me rifling through it to find my license that I didn’t put back properly. I can’t imagine why. Yes, it’s messy but I usually know where everything is. Mystic tries hard not to roll his eyes when I ask him to fish something out of it when I’m driving. I’d like to think it looks way worse than it is, but there’s just a lot of stuff in there. I try to keep it neat. Really, I do.
Immodium, because after kids and stress, my stomach just ain’t what it used to be.
A random assortment of inhalers that I don’t use anymore.
Lens cleaner for my camera that I toss in my bag without using a lens cap.
Wet Ones and paper napkins, because I’m pretty sure it’s in the Mom Handbook that we must carry such things at all times.
Hair clips, bobby pins, and there are usually ponytail holders too. And a unicorn hair clip (at the bottom) that Nick bought Madeline. I gave him $10 on a recent weekend that he spent with The Ex, and the first thing he bought was that unicorn hair clip for his sister, to match her Halloween costume. For $5. Man, I love that kid.
Alright, peeps, since you’re not being terribly forthcoming in sharing your must-have Thanksgiving recipes (hello? yesterday’s post?), perhaps you’ll share some randomness that is in YOUR purse or tote. You know, to make me feel better about my own mess. Well, not that I feel too bad, because when y’all need sunblock or a safety pin or information on Hershey’s Christmas Light Extravaganza, I am SO there for you.