This week’s What’s in Your Purse Series purse is from Anne. Thank you!
If you love this series and want more of it, submit your purse. Take two photos of your purse {NICE, CLEAR, NOT-BLURRY ONES} one of the outside, one of the inside, along with a listing of the contents to:
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My purse is a basic black bag that my husband bought me about 5 years ago. The brand is Longchamp and it has held up amazingly. What’s in it? Until a few minutes ago, I had no idea.
Let’s face it, Valentine’s Day is coming up. Don’t throw things at me, I didn’t invent the whole shenanigan. I just work here.
Love it or hate it, it’s time to get spiffy for a night of romance. Valentine’s is all about making that perfect love connection, or renewing the one you’ve got, or lounging around in holey sweats and your ex-boyfriend’s t-shirt while you watch romantic comedies with a pint of ice cream in your lap.
It’s your day, whatever.

I’m not one to pass judgement anyway; Viktor is firmly in the camp of Valentine haters. He thinks Valentine’s Day is made up of corporate greed and nonsense, and as such refuses to participate no matter how many tears I cry. So I make cute little treats for the kids and make a special dessert for dinner and call it a day.
But in the world of Make Believe, the Valentine’s Day in my head is amazing.
Viktor swoops into the house with flowers and a mix CD of love songs just for me. He has planned an overnight sleepover for the kids and takes me to my favorite restaurant for a night of flirty nonsense. I’m looking smoking hot in my favorite go-to sexy outfit and feel 22 again, giggly and romantic and don’t think once about mortgage payments, work deadlines, or the fact that my feet have been numb since we left the house.
Magic, right?
Since that isn’t going to happen for me, make it happen for you. Please. I’m living vicariously through you here.
I put together a couple of outfit options for you because even if I don’t get lucky on Valentine’s Day, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t. In fact Valentine’s is all about getting it on, so you know, no pressure but I’m counting on you.
Both of the tops can technically be considered dresses, just please please wear opaque tights if you choose to go pantless. I paired both tops with skinny jeans, which would be adorable but not so much if you’re going to a fancy place. The rest of the fabulous is up to you. Sequins and funky liquid eyeliner? Do it. Smoky eye? Now’s your chance. Red lipstick and leather pants? Girlfriend, let’s rock this thing.
Finding longer lasting lip color is like happening upon a pasture full of unicorns. It just doesn’t happen. Everyone talks about it like it’s no big thing,
“Oh my amazing lipstick? My girl at the {muffled muffled, garble garble} counter just keeps it in stock for me. I don’t even know what it’s called! *giggle*”

Liar.
If girlfriend has perfect lipstick all through dinner, she’s got a secret up her sleeve she doesn’t want you to know about. Especially if you’re frenemies. Swapping that kind of secret is a thing for insiders only, best friends and sisters. After that, it’s every woman for herself.
You know I’m always looking out for you though. You can feel it in your blood, I always have your back. I wouldn’t want you to {gasp!} go out in public with crackly uneven lip color. *shudder*
I have a cheap solution for you: Revlon Lip Stain. This stuff is available at the drugstore, your supermarket, probably the gas station on the corner. It’s between $5-8 and is worth sacrificing your daily cappuccino. It’s not meant to replace the hardcore stuff in your purse, but I really like it for day-to-day business.

And I do mean business.
If you want to get really technical about it I can kiss my husband, business like, eat, drink, and be merry without a single smudge. It’s a quick solution for keeping a bit of color on your face without the fear of lipstick on your teeth {the worst} or color smearing down your chin {just kidding, that’s the worst}.
Problem solved: longer lasting lip color for under $10. Boom goes the dynamite.
*p.s. let’s not comment on the wrinkles and laugh lines, they’re worth more than $10 a pop.