So here is my beloved bag:
My sister gave me this Urban bag for my birthday last year, and I've hardly used another bag since. It holds a ton, is holding up pretty well, and looks ok with most of my wardrobe.
Papers, papers. Lists, receipts, and coupons make up a lot of bulk. I am usually very organized and hate clutter, so I guess my purse hides my secret shame.
My Betseyville case is an attempt at some order...cosmetic-ish things go inside. Notice the Purell. This is absolutely vital to my survival.
I always carry a moisturizer. This Fresh Rice body cream is the biggest splurge ever (I had a gift card), but the texture is heavenly.
Applesauce. What can I say? It rules.
I am always making lists/writing myself notes, and I have a bunch of little notepads.
Finally, my fashion cred (joke!). A couple headbands, January Nylon, and the beautifully-photographed Urban catalog.
Phew! Wasn't that exhilarating? I also have the usual stuff like wallet, gum, phone-slash-mp3 player. I think most people have been tagged...if you read this blog (hello? hello?) then I'd love to see what you're carrying around.
**I was actually the biggest tomboy when I was young. Therefore, I didn't get chosen last. But I never had a boyfriend or developed boobs, so I guess it's kinda like that
9 comments:
i love that bag! and i must admit, i am an applesauce fan as well. However, I don't carry it around in my purse with me. kudos to you for that!
Wow...if I started carrying around my secret shame I would need a bigger bag. I'm totally unable to fit a loser ex-boyfriend in the Prada!
Fun meme. I am inpressed with what all you can get in there. The trick about shame is that it fits in any size bag and makes it soooo heavy! ;-)
Your bag is tres cute! Applesauce is pretty great, and I get the Urban catalog too... actually, my stepdad was looking through mine the other day while he was eating lunch (I'd just come down for breakfast :D)
You have such a nice composition of stuff. The applesauce comes in handy, I bet!
Man, classy bag. I opened mine to see if anything in would be blog worthy and unfortunately I just found a crushed bag of baked lays and a lot of receipts for shit I shouldn't have bought.
Lovely.
I love your bag, and...apple sauce. I wasn't a big tomboy or a girly-girly, I really was just a quiet geek who spent all day reading (no lie), though my tomboy sisters often dragged me out on excursions I am now quite grateful to have been forced to endure (building a tree house, running away from home, etc.).
Oh, and boys are too much trouble to give the time of day.
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