As I fly frantically through another busy day, I'm blogging on my third area of organization to help the flight be on time with a lot less turbulence. Day one I talked about the Purse Project. Yesterday, I explained why my husband calls me The Bag Lady.
A mom's purse is a wonderful, horrible experience in hoarding, trauma preparation and "I told you someone would need it sometime".
My family loves to tease me about my "luggage" because my purses get bigger and heavier each year. But, they always know who to turn to when they need a chapstick, a fingernail clipper, a piece of floss, a nail file, a piece of paper, a pen, or money. I am even usually good for safety pins, a mini sewing kit, water and a healthy snack.
I won a prize at a baby shower for having the heaviest purse.
But, the scariest part of having a purse like mine, is actually having to stick your hand into it to find something.
I have always said, "The scariest place on earth is the bottom of a woman's purse." Part of it is true, part of it is scare tactics to keep my kids out of my purse.
This past year, to lessen the danger and fear in sticking my hand all the way to the bottom of my purse, while groping for that elusive nail file, I purchased clear zipper pouches. I can now find items instantly. They also work great for going through airport security.
I use one for personal items,
The upside is, my purse is a mini-medicine cabinet. I am ready for anything.
The downside is the kids learn to rely on the purse for ALL their needs.
Because they know I have a small medicine cabinet, of course they will use the lone two bandages in my case instead of taking one from the box of 100 in their medicine cabinet. They will take the last two ibuprofen because it is closer to walk to the front hall closet for my purse than down the hallway to the medicine cabinet with the bottle of 500 ibuprofen.
Not only do they go into my clear case for my chapstick, they might leave it unzipped, along with the purse zipper, so that next time I heave my luggage onto my shoulder and run out the door, I WILL spill everything. Then, they will think I am such a NAG because they left two zippers open. Sheesh lousise.
Another obstacles in organization was eliminated when I bought a wallet with a lot of compartments. I have a place for coupons, punch cards and receipts.
I bought a separate organizer for business cards, a small hard snap case that keeps them crisp and unwrinkled.
All food items, gum, mints and snacks, are kept in the outside zippered pocket for easy access.
The two end pockets are also used for things that need immediate access, one for my water bottle, one for my cell phone.
A few years ago, I started carrying a journal. I love to write, and was done being frustrated by not having anything to write on.
The uncleanliness of public places led me to start carrying individually wrapped antibiotic wipes and a small sanitizer in my purse.
Once you figure out what your problems points in your purse are, find a solution that works for you. Some women, like me, want to be prepared for anything. Some women find it less stressful to NOT have anything in their purse.
A purse shouldn't cause stress, it should relieve stress.
With a purse big enough to have spare room, I can throw in a book, a PURSE PROJECT, my mini computer and my camera.
Of course, the only stress my purse causes is from the weight. When I need to lighten the load, I can easily remove objects because they are in organized containers and I know exactly what I am leaving behind.
When I carried a diaper bag, it was stocked in clear pouches, as well, but my purse was teeny tiny and I just tucked it in the diaper bag. You want to be well prepared, but not overstocked.
When I was single and a new believer, I was thrilled to find Proverbs 31. A whole chapter dedicated to women! One verse confused me.
Verse 17, "She dresses herself with strength and makes her arms strong."
I understood about diligence, perseverence, looking out for her family, but I just couldn't understand the strong arms.
Until I got married. And had a family. And had to start carrying everything...
...in my purse.