I’ve always marveled at celebrity features in magazines that profile what the latest It-Girl has in her purse. Yeah. Like those are not staged and concocted with neat-and-clean precision and product-placement. I wish I had those same stylists…. You wanna see what’s in my bag? Might as well look in a garbage can. My picture doesn’t lie.
Those of you who know me personally will never again be fooled by the exterior of my handbags. (If Michael Kors were to see this picture, he’d probably come to my house and confiscate his merchandise citing abusive usage.) I’ve never been good at keeping a tidy purse, but my most UNfabulous trait seemed to takeover after having a baby. I’m calling it Diaper Bag Syndrome: when you just start shoving things in your bag because you a) don’t have time to do otherwise or b) don’t care to do otherwise. Pediatrician notes. Makeup. Paper towels. Receipts. Chewed up gum. And it’s always super fun when you discover all these items months later. Eww. Has this happened to you? DON’T LET IT. Beware.
I ditched my ‘official’ diaper bag when LadyP was about a year old and instead opted to just throw diapers, snacks, water and wipes into my regular purse for outings. It worked great until it didn’t (again, see picture). Somehow I’ve ended up with Mickey Mouse’s legs, extra baby headbands, Vegas guidebooks, bubbles (don’t ask) and tissues (for my constantly-running nose, thanks to pregnancy) all in one carrier. Yes, some of those tissues appear to be partially used. Yes, some of them are. Yes, I am embarrassed.
Have faith that this particular bag has been thoroughly purged.
Maybe I should listen to my own advice and go back to basics? Check out what Liza of Blahggy and I chat about re our own diaper bags (from the newborn days) in the Momversation video below! (And if you happen to see this post, Liza, please don’t judge.)
