When I wrote my post about dating in the 90s I spent a lot of time reminiscing about my carefree (not really) life as a single girl, and one of the things I most pine for are the days when I could just up and leave the house without carrying around a bunch of heavy shit. This inspired me to recreate a reasonable facsimile of my purse when I was in my 20s, as compared to my purse as a 40 year old mom. I used to carry a clutch with some cash, one tampon, my license, a pony tail holder, teeny pieces of gum, red lipstick, and crotch wipes. Clearly, I had my priorities in order. Not pictured: metallic pink, Razor flip phone. Now let's take a look at the current state of my purse.
Essentially, I have turned into a pack mule, prepared for every possible emergency, even the ones that might involve a Princess Aurora hair clip.