The purse itself is one of my fav's- my first Harajuku Lovers, a grey bag with an adorable kitty girl print. You can see it's pretty filthy here- after I emptied it out, I put it through the washer and it looks much better.
Ooooh, and look inside- I have no idea how this happened!
What a disaster. It was such an awful, messy jumble that I had to sort the crap into piles so I could get rid of it. So here are piles number one and two-
Pile #1 on the left is paper to keep- Pile #2 on the right is garbage paper.
Next comes the real garbage......
Awful! What is wrong with you, not Blessed Mama! For shame.... the pile on the left is actually not garbage, it's stuff I want to keep but it's all covered in metled chocolate.... yum yum.
Yup, that is a thermometer caked with melted chocolate. A nice touch, I think. Onto the Spawn's junk..
Look at this varied assortment here.... if we were trapped in our car in a snow covered ravine, we'd be entertained for days.... or minutes. Let's see, there was Spawn#3's tank top, Weinerschnitzel coin purse, suction cup dart, paddle ball and baby nail clippers. Spawn#1 has Pokemon cards, Bakugan, Legos and a Wimpy Kid novel. Spawn#2 is sorely under-represented here, with only a heart and a necklace.
Now, onto Mama's personal junk....
My very favorite is the Ed Hardy iPhone case, for the future iPhone I hope to own some day. My Fossil wallet (which matches a different purse), a flash drive, some money, Burt's Bees Lip Balm, Neo-To-Go, 3 plastic forks, 3 pens, an MP3 player (covered in afore-mentioned chocolate), keys to my grandmother's house, a spare blade for my scrap-booking paper cutter, Bath and Body Works hand sanitizer and a very treasured belonging- my "alcohol rock". It was made for me by a very dear friend- it's supposed to be used as a calming object, you hold it in your hand and it helps bring you peace. And what special word could be more relaxing, have more meaning than alcohol? (Unfortunately it got covered in melted lip balm, sorry, Kim!) I swear this purse had to weigh about 10 pounds.
And there you have it folks, the fat disaster you wind up with in your purse when you are the over-worked, utterly exhausted Mama of 3 Spawn! I would love to see or hear about what's in your bags as well.