June, 2010

If the inside of a woman’s purse is the window to her soul, then I am very much screwed. It dawned on me the other day as I reached down into my once beautiful Marc by Marc Jacobs bag, that my purse has now become a laboratory for filth… an endless abyss of coins (not the kind that help at a meter), leaky pens, tampons (that scream toxic shock), and crumbs from snacks that look like they’ve gone through the food processor…. I’m scared to reach inside. I’m scared of my own purse. I don’t quite know how I have become LITERALLY a crazy bag lady…. But I have. Want a ...Read More