It is amazing how many things a girl needs to wear at all times in this century. To name a few: keys, IDs, cash, currency, credit card (s), hair brush, foundation, eye shadow, lip gloss, lipstick, mirror and cell phone. Only items that I could think of from the top of my head as I imagined the contents of my many handbags.
What happened to the good old days where you slid out of the house with a single turnkey? Oh, yes, I hit sixteen and the good old days took a back seat to the vanity. Puberty has on many things and one of them was the need to carry with me a cosmetics counter at all times. As my knowledge of foundations and eye shadows as well as increased my collection and I need something to carry all in. So began my obsession with handbags. They started small. A shoulder bag or a clutch single by little there. But as my addiction has increased along with my need for bigger and better bags.
Soon, I will examine the hobo bags and deep bass from which they come, which could hold all my precious tubes of lipstick. Then I moved to the cloth bag every day and just started to enjoy the musky smell of leather bags and handbags. Nothing too extravagant, and yet not, because my purse is one thing, I can not live without, since he has everything else.
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