The shit I carry around.

The question for Day 8 is “What’s in your handbag?”

WELL, NOSEY. HERE.

Chapstick, chapstick, chapstick, chapstick.

Money!

Receipts for the last 5 days worth of iced coffee.

Mascara so I can bat my eyelashes at millions of men, all day long.

Crumbs. Probably from a granola bar I ate 6 weeks ago.

…

So yeah, that’s about it. I don’t like carrying stuff because I’m always worried I’m going to leave it somewhere and they are going to call my name over the intercom of the store. Like the did last week at a Marshall’s.

Horrendous.

Until next time, my love ducks!