Day One of The Madison & Shepherd Purse-Off

My son Zachary snapped this image on our way to his orthodontic appointment to prove I'm adhering to the rules that Dictator Scott established when he threw down his 'No Purse' challenge. In case you missed the discussion on Madison & Shepherd earlier this week, Scott declared that my purse was a nebula of distraction. He accused me of rambling in my handbag too much- a crime of which I willingly confess to because the sounds that emerge from my purse while I'm digging for whatever amazing thing I'd previously hidden away for future discovery are quite melodious.

I'm unable to stop nor do I want to.

Scott refused to believe women require any 'storage apparatus' that allows for more than a travel pack of Wet Wipes, chap stick and a debit card. He insisted we swap roles for a week which requires me to abandon my handbag while he embraces his. If you want a more detailed review of this nonsense, you can catch up here.

My first day wasn't so bad, but I am looking forward to being reunited with my handy black hole. The few errands I ran were a little awkward. I knew the person on the other side of the counter had questions as I unfurled my phone, keys, lip gloss, earbuds, notebook, wallet from my hands in order to take care of whatever business I had. I could practically feel one lady asking herself why I didn't just carry a purse but I loaded my things back up without offering explanation. I took a Motrin when I got home when I noticed my hands felt stoved up.

Here I am at the end of my first day without my purse:

I thought I was Hollywood in the first picture but carrying around my life-or-death essentials ALL DAY required a physical investment I was unprepared to make. I look like I just got back from a LONG stay on Tom Hank's island and I can't even let you see the second photo unfiltered.

Life is meant to be lived with a trusty tote by your side.

Seriously over the purse-off already.