I don’t consider myself a terribly girly girl. I try my best, but heels and I don’t get along well, and “girl world” rules confuse me. Why do we go to the bathroom in herds? Why is it bad my dress is similar to yours? Does it matter that I don’t know how to operate an eyelash curler? The thing looks like a torture device to me.
OK, I can handle most “girly” things, but the one mystery that girl world has never really explained to me is the clutch purse. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love purses, and tote mine around everywhere, but if I’m going out for a night on the town and don’t want to be weighed down by a big swingin’ purse, why is it better to have a little purse you have to constantly hang on to? I lose my keys in five minutes and I lose my glasses on my head. A cute itty bitty purse is going to be a lost cause with me. Luckily, I have a plan...