The Mystical Powers of a Purse
Yep...it was a new purse kind of day. Not a brand new purse, let's just make that clear, in case my wonderful husband happens to read this blog post. ;) I couldn't help myself...I dumped the entire contents of my purse onto the dining room table. Seriously? Who needs five lip glosses in their bag? I put three of them back in my bathroom. Some used tissues. Several crumpled receipts. A bank deposit slip folded in half with a wad of sticky chewing gum stuck in the middle. 11 cents. Nice. That'll get me absolutely nothing these days. It was my youngest son's first day back to high school. I still can't believe he's a Sophomore. But the fact that I had to get myself out of bed on time and start back to the dull routine of 'normal', was enough to prompt a bit of a starting-over. Hence the purse dumping. I stood in my closet, looking up at the dozen or so purses collecting dust on the top shel...