what's down there?

I've been quiet lately. Shocking, I know. Life's as good as it will be. I'm happy. Amara's happy.

But when my happiness sank a degree or so, I sought the company of my friends, who were more than willing to indulge me in some retail therapy.

So I bought a I-filed-for-divorce purse,  just as I bought I-got-separated black boots. Oh, did I mention I got a hot black wallet to go in said purse? And a few dresses and sandals too...

This purse is gigantic. I can barely fill it. And I do hate having to dig deep down into a bag.

But then again, that's a great problem to have because my new purse is filled with singlehood goodies I had forgotten all about.

It's been years since I've walked around with perfume in my bag. Honestly, I can't remember the last time I carried around makeup. I have mascara for those last minute touch ups. Seriously.

I now carry Advil. Because I hate headaches. Not just migraines but tequila ones.

I always have a hand held compact in my purse. There's never a mirror around when you need one and how else can you check t p see if you have food in your teeth, fix your hair or touch up your makeup? Hate to say it, but before, I really had no one to impress...

I have headphones. Why? Because when I find myself sans child and nothing to do, I can bust out my iPhone and enjoy some music. In peace. Why not?

What are you purse must-have's? And what else should I have deep down in mine?