My purse is actually not a purse; it is a camera bag. I'm sneaky like that. Which is nice especially when traveling to have a cozy place to put your camera. (Or on a nature walk as my husband said that these photos look like today. It should be said that I've never been on a nature walk and this is an alley.) I've decided that I have just a little bit of room in here though that I think I can cram in my lip gloss, phone and wallet. Because at the end of the day, the other 30 lbs I carry around in my purse is really for comfort. Of course where would I be without all of my receipts from the past 6 months crumbled at the bottom of my bag so wrinkled that they are now illegible? What would happen if someone stopped me on the streets and tried to audit me right there and I had no recollection of my past purchase history at the grocery store and gas pump? Or my half-eaten Larabar from who knows when -- what if I get hungry for a stale energy bar and I have nothing? And where will I put my twenty bobby pins for emergency updos or my matchbook in case I need to light something on fire? WHERE?!
On the other hand, perhaps I shall just keep this as a camera bag after all.