The Pink Shoe Diaries

i have gotten very good at the blind purse search, i am sure you are familiar with it if you are 1) a girl or 2) a man inclined to carry a purse. basically it goes like this: i own the ubiquitous black tote used for work purposes. In it i keep my wallet, makeup bag, hairspray, agenda book, cocnut-lime-verbena body spray, cell phone, various articles of clothing depending on my plans for the night and a book for T-reading. these items start off placed neatly and orderly in the depths of my bag but after an hour or so, it is a complete mess. i do not have time in my day to dump my bag out on the dunkin donuts counter to find my wallet, or to root around for precious minutes in my bag in search of a compact mirror. instead, i have oerfected the art of the blind search. i reach in, and magically grab whatever item i am looking for. i can tell by touch where everything is and within seconds i can produce a nail file, a breath mint, a bottle of clear nail polish without even opening my bag all the way. that, my friend, is talent.


of course, give me a few martinis and this talent fades quickly away. when tipsy, i will empty my whole bag onto the bar, become convinced my wallet is missing, immediately commence freaking out, until a kind observer (read: less drunk friend) points out that it is right in front of me.