Why I don’t like purses
Purses collect trash. All kinds of junk. And I only carry mine to and from work. I can’t imagine what it might look like if I carried it everywhere I went. I cleaned out my purse Sunday afternoon. Receipts accounted for most of the crap I pulled out of its three compartments, but there were a bunch of random business cards and a couple of (smashed) granola bars in there, too. Judging by the dates on some of the receipts, the last time I cleaned out my purse was about a year and a half ago. I have no idea how long the granola bars were in there.
This is a picture of the bag of trash I filled. The apple is next to it for perspective. I emptied my purse out completely, vacuumed it out, and only put the essentials back in. My bag is a couple pounds lighter today. My shoulders thank me. Now if only I could convince work to get me a lighter laptop. That’s the bag that’s going to turn me into a hunchback. I guess I could get a wheelie laptop bag…
Update: I think that bag of trash might be bigger than my purse. How is that possible? Wait – could my purse be bigger on the inside? Just did a quick search, and oh my god, I want this. Or maybe this. But probably the first one. While I’m at it, I also want these, and one of these. Etsy is cool.
Update x2: By popular demand, here is a picture of my purse with the same apple next to it. I think that might be a small apple, because my purse looks huge next to it. It’s really not that big. It’s divided into three equal compartments, and all the trash was in two of them.
