It must be genetic

This weekend is the neighborhood garage sale, so I decided to sort through closets and my basement looking for all those things I CAN live without. I figured this would be a good time to go through all my purses and bags (some of which have been banished to a box in my basement) and get rid of a few. As I was sorting through purses, I began to clean them out. I found all sorts of remnants that sparked memories of places I've been, people I've shared life with, things I generally carry with me. 27 purses later (that's right, 27) I felt I'd taken a trip down memory lane and found a few purses that I am ready to part with. I grew up loving accessories and purses of any kind, my mom probably has at least 27 and two years ago my sister started her own purse designing business, Pursology. It is an amazing, creatively driven company that allows the customer to design their own purse. Who knows how many purses she has. She's making about 50 a month so she's got me beat. I guess the women in my family like to be able to take things with us and look cute too, it must be genetic.