It's in the bag

The fabulous Ohmommy of Classy Chaos tagged me for a different kinda meme. A Purse Story. Not quite as heartwarming as a Baby Story (and I swear, looking at all the gorgeous diaper bags that are out today makes my sad old ovaries ache from time to time). But let's take a tour, shall we?

I'm a self-professed girlie and I love to buy bags. Over spring break I stalked this poor girl all over Winners waiting for her to put this down:


But then I leave my finds in the closet, much to the chagrin of the man. I think if I were working out the home right now I would rotate them a little more, but as it is, quick and easy and hands-free works best.

Today's main attraction was purchased at the One of a Kind Show a couple years ago, the first non-baby bag purchase I made after G was born. It's made out of wetsuit material, I think, but it was so unique, malleable and slings across with ease, that I had to buy it.

Who knew it could carry a whole department store?

Business accessories: Key chain was given to me when I was in Grade 6!!!! A big fat leather tag with "Karen" on it (can you say *groovy*), so I cannot lose them. Pocket-sized day planner that I only use for the calendar (I know, I've got a calendar on that ancient cell phone also pictured below - maybe you could teach me how to use it?). Mommy/playdate Business cards conveniently tucked in there. And the piece de resistance, my green George Costanza.

Health and Beauty: Love lipstick. Shiny face. Sahara hands. Mother of Band-aid junkie. Girlie pigtail bands for impromptu hair play.

Souvenirs (packrat section): Straws to pre-empt spills, used ROM tickets, list of cool music written for us by the hostess at the Park Hyatt Restaurant - because we don't get out much...

Entertainment: Dora stickers, Nintendo DS, McD's Happy Meal magnifier, cereal bars, lollipops, balloon. Sheesh.



The ubiquitous Purell that should accompany any responsible mother? Sitting on my jewelry box ... good place for it.


Lest you think that I travel lightly, here's what's usually attached to my left hand:


What Winnie and Friends carry is another story.