I have a couple of friends who have teased me about the things I keep in my purse, or that I might happen to have in it at any particular moment. For example, if someone needed a loaf of bread, a blanket, a house plant, and a GI Joe figurine, the first place to look would be my purse.
Once, while in graduate school, a number of my graduate student colleagues decided to be spontaneous and catch a matinee movie. A few minutes into the movie I was asked what treats I had--I had enough fruit snack packs to pass down the row to everyone.
Another time I was out with friends and someone said, "I don't suppose you have a sharpie in there." Sure enough, I had a couple.
In fact, one of the first impressions I made on one of my grad school friends was when someone asked to borrow a pen for class and I responded, "Do you want green, or black, or purple, or pink, or red...?"
This past week,
Sam also figured out that my purse can be a valuable commodity. For those who don't know, Sam
likes candy. After a couple times of me reaching into my purse and producing treats for him, he knew the source of my power. But eventually I ran out of candy to give him. We were out shopping and Sam asked me for a treat. I told him I didn't have any more. But Sam didn't quite believe that was possible. So he asked to see my purse and while I checked out he sorted through my purse hoping to prove me wrong.
I wasn't. (OK, I did still have 2 starlight mints and a whole roll of breathsavers, but I thought he'd think they were "too spicy".)
When I was at Mom and Dad's house in February, Mom worked on getting rid of some of her stash by giving it to me. Among the things in her stash were 9 blocks that she'd embroidered. She asked me if I'd be interested making them part of a finished product.
