My response was always “No,” and his reply to that was usually something like, “You’re a girl. You should have these kinds of things with you.”
I can only guess that my then-teenage brother took his cues about ladies from my mother and her mother, both of whom carried their whole lives in a handbag. They were always prepared for anything.
Sniffly? Here’s a tissue. Hungry? Here’s a candy bar. Don’t like candy bars? Have some crackers, instead.
Years later, I realize I have become a full-fledged bag lady. If I don’t have my wallet, keys, cellphone, journal, make-up bag, pencil bag and camera with me at all times, I feel naked. Sometimes, I try to lighten my load by leaving the camera or journal at home, but those are the days that I happen to see something amazing or beautiful and I kick myself for not being able to document it properly.
If I could stuff the whole world inside a handbag, I would.