Packrat love

- a play on Muskrat Love. Whatever; I'm a dork.
I decided recently to organize my purses. If you have known me for some time you ought to know I have a bazillion purses. I thought all women were like me. Apparently not, none of them have as many purses as me, for sure. Most of my friends only have maybe 5 or 10! It boggles my mind!

Re-organizing my purses is a massive endeavor consisting of clearing them all out of my handbag closet, emptying them out, and rearranging them in some sort of system that makes sense (at the time). Unfortunately, my handbag closet cannot hold all of my handbags so now my collection is split amongst my two closets. This would be why I forget I own such-and-such a bag for years on end until I unearth it once again during one of my "reorgs."

Emptying them out always takes the longest. I pore over every receipt as they spell out their own special page in my life of where I went, when, and what I bought. I peruse over little notes and reminders I left myself at the time. I flip through business cards of mr or ms so-and-so and wonder why I ever got their business cards in the first place.

Like the business card (actually, I found two! I guess he was really big on networking "through" me) of a guy I once knew who I don't really care to contact anymore...and yet I cannot seem to toss the card(s) in the garbage.

Then there is the business card of a barbecue planner/caterer. Why do I have this one??? Clearly I must have met him somewhere? Was he one of those random dates I had back in the day? Sooooo bizarre.

I came across my Rogers and Blockbuster membership cards. Does anyone rent movies anymore?

The best "treasure" I found: 6 unopened boxes of Reese's Pieces -- all in different purses. Yes, I love Reese's Pieces, but going through all my belongings it is fairly evident that I am satisfied with just buying them. No need to eat them! The things I learn about myself!

It's probably not a wise idea to eat them now.