Bag Lady, Part Deux
Actually, I think I’ve written about what goes into my bag so many times. Each time, a confession. Here, I am at my most sappy.
But this year, and the last weeks from the previous year, this is what’s in my bag.
But don’t think that I’m not meticulous with what goes into my bag—because this resonated largely with me.
“When you can find whatever you need with your eyes closed, from your lipstick to your hand lotion, you feel light on your feet and self-reliant, like you’re on top of the world,” said Julie Morgenstern, a professional organizer based in Manhattan. “It’s your power on-the-go.”
from here
That’s pretty nuts, ano? But hey, if it quacks.
In other news, I succumbed to the new year ritual and cut my hair—my porn star locks are now either a mullet or hmmm, a mullet. My stylist cut six inches from my hair—he said, “I cut 2011 from your hair.” Which is just as effective as this:
and what does it say that camp and men in crisp short shorts just makes everything right in my world again? (yes the weather girls of it’s raining men)
all together now—I’m gonna wash that man right outta of my head….and send him on his waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
Crossposted from http://www.irrationalfitsofbeauty.com
The thing is, everything I do—I have a faint glimmer that it comes from somewhere else, someone else.
