Bottomless pit. That is the best way to describe the purse I was carrying until Saturday evening. I tell you, I could fit anything in that sucker.
Oddly enough, because I could, I did.
I like to be prepared. This is too far, though. As I switched purses while we drove, I was glad Mr. Gray was actually there next to me. Otherwise, I’m not sure it would even be believable to think this much stuff was actually in my purse. (Pretty impressive there is so little trash, though, huh?) My new purse (she’s yet to be named) has pockets and some structure. Hopefully she’ll stay a little more contained.