I am convinced that I will quite possibly die if I ever leave the house without the following things.
I can't control it. I can't handle it if any of them are missing.
I wish that I was kidding.
I so wish that I was.
If I am going out for five minutes, five hours, or five days, these are sure to be with me.
My desert island luxuries, if you will.
Be warned. Much unnecessary drama to follow. I am not a dramatic person. That is unless I am without one of my non-negotiables. Then drama. Epic loads of drama ensues.
Burts Bees chapstick.
Not one. Not two. Ideally three. Because you never know if one or two will suddenly get lost. Because if that happens... I will die.
Sunglasses. If the sun is out, they are on my face. If it is one minute from sunset, they are on my face. If it is raining, chances are, they are on my face. I am pretty sure the sole reason that I would never, ever try out for Survivor is not the weather, the bugs, the starving, the backstabbing. No, the reason is the contestants aren't allowed to wear sunglasses. I would die.
Ponytail holders. Goody. Brown. Big. Ouchless. Three minimum. (See Burt's Bee's above.) What if I need to put my hair up? That is a serious problem. Without them. I will die.
A necklace. Without one I sort of can't breathe. But not a bracelet or ring. If I am wearing a bracelet or ring I sort of can't breathe. Did I mention that I am a freakshow? I cannot go more than a few minutes a day without a necklace on. I can't go more than a few minutes a day with a bracelet on. Not normal. My current fave is from Stinky Toes Designs. Amy is raising money to help defray their adoption expenses. I love the story and meaning behind her designs and I love helping even a little to bring her children home from Africa.
My point and shoot. Because you never, ever know when you are going to see something crazy that you need to take a picture of. Like for instance a lady who is having a panic attack because her chapstick is at home. Not like that has ever, ever happened to me. Today. Freakshow.
I keep all of them, my sanity, my security, in my scissor zippy from The Pleated Poppy. If only Lindsey knew how she saved me from peril and death every single day. I owe her and this zippy my life.