A purse large enough to carry a small child.

Or a cat. But I haven't tried either. So I got this new purse at Ross. I headed over to Ross a couple of weeks ago to look for some pillows and/or a magazine rack of some sort for the new salon. Both of those items were a bust, but wouldn't you know there was a purse that I had to have. I was meandering through the purse aisle, thinking I might actually make my husband proud and make it out empty handed, when I spotted this gigantic beauty. I picked her up, and no less than two (actually it was precisely two) other women in the aisle gasped and said "oh my gosh that is so cute!" Then they both rushed at me to get a closer look. We all adored the color, we all adored the pink lining, we discussed the size and whether or not it was too large. Well I couldn't put it down at that point, this was a hot piece of real estate and it was the only one of its kind in the whole joint. So I clutched it to my chest and made my way to the checkout. It has taken me some time to come to grips with the sheer enormity of this handbag. But I'm a tall gal. I think I can pull it off.

Just try me Kitty Gladys. One false move and I will totally lock you in my purse. You just know she's looking at it and thinking "I wonder if I barfed right here if it would sufficiently destroy Kate's new purse."

Look at the lining--it's fuschia! Freakin' beautiful.

So last time I checked I am the mother to two adorable little girls, right? Then someone please tell me why while rummaging through the bottom of my purse for my keys tonight I came upon these little suckers. . .