That crazy OHMommy asked for a peek inside my purse.
And I'm happy to oblige though I think she might be just a little surprised at just how few girly-girl accouterments this self-proclaimed diva carts about on a typical Saturday morning.
It's a beauty isn't it?
More than 40 years old, it belonged to my late grandmother who died four years ago at the age of 92. It's retro, it's stylish and I love it.
But there ain't a lot of room in this little beauty.
Just enough space for:
one pack of wipes
Gucci wallet (okay knock-off Gucci wallet)
library card/ credit cards that don't fit in knock-off Gucci wallet
loose change (for Graham's RESP fund, just in case he decides to ignore his God-given talent and attend college)
two packs of dental floss
an unmarked stamp I ripped off a recently received letter (it's not that I'm cheap, it's just that I can't resist even the smallest salvo in my ongoing battle with The Man)
a button I've been meaning to sew onto one of my winter coats since the fall
an eyelash curler
a lip liner, lip stick, eye liner, mascara and second lipstick to rub on cheeks (all the makeup I ever wear, honest!)
and last but not least...
my super-duper, monogrammed, silver-plated card holder which holds my super-duper DMD calling cards (vanity, thy name is Diva)
And - how could I forget? - one more thing that is almost always found in my purse...