I like big bags and I cannot lie.
If it doesn’t look like a beagle could fit comfortably into my purse, I don’t want it. The problem is that I can never find anything, and apparently nothing aggravates a man more than when he asks for a pen and it takes you 3 minutes to find one underneath all the detritus in the bottom of a handbag. (My personal pet peeve is that I could never find my nail file. The difference between the sexes, I guess.)
After swearing up and down about 412 times last year that I would get a purse organizer, I finally ordered one a few weeks ago.
Mostly because all of this crap was inside my bag.
At first I was skeptical, but the skepticism slowly turned to amazement.
Everything from the purse only filled half the organizer. HALF, I tell you! If I actually removed everything that I carry around and never use, it would probably be a quarter filled. But I might need that flashlight someday, so it stays.