The Mom Purse
I can recall my mother cleaning out her purse every once and awhile. She would spread out some newspapers on the kitchen table and just turn the whole thing over. I never knew if she was looking for something specific, but she sure found a lot.
My mom carried the same purse for probably 20 years. My aunt sent it to her -- it was a souvenir from a trip to Turkey. She loved it because it was unusual yet practical. For two decades, she received complements on it. However, she didn't realize how much it stuck out when she carried it on her shoulder. The thing was huge! I was nearly knocked over a time or two. When this bag finally wore out, she searched and searched for another one, or someone to make her one like it. I think she has settled for something just as big, but not nearly as cool.
My purses have evolved to meet my changing needs. When I was younger, I carried cute purses that held my wallet, keys, lip balm, and one or two other things. That's all I needed, until I had kids who weren't in a stroller. (When I had the stroller, my purse was just one more thing that was tossed into the basket underneath the child.)
What I carry on my shoulder these days has to be big enough to carry snacks, drinks, toy cars, extra pens, mints, tissues, etc., along with my wallet, keys, and lip balm. When I clean it out, I usually find all that, plus cough drop wrappers, extra change, random toys, gas station reciepts and squished granola bars. The boys are not allowed to go in my purse -- this includes Bill. They never know what they will find in there. Bill will occasionally ask if he may retrieve the joint checkbook from it. I'm glad he's setting the example that a woman's purse is a sacred space.
Dear Reader, what's your purse like?