There are two types of girls in the world: girls with perfectly neat, organized purses and girls with a ferocious mega hurricane existing within the confines of their leather adorned handbags.
Growing up, I was always teeming with envy for the girl with the immaculate purse.
I can distinctly remember a high school acquaintance of mine who had the most perfectly organized purse my eyes had ever borne witness to.
Her purse held court to only the likes of a clean wallet (the kind with the bills arranged in order), a rosebud salve lip balm and a cute, petite, travel-sized comb.