You see smooth leather, butter-like and soft, satiny to the touch. You note the brass studs along my handles and admire the aged patina. And you know my function, my job, the role I am suppose to play. What you dont know is the closeness I feel with my owner or my true worth in her eyes. I may carry her glasses, her keys, her baubles and yes, sometimes her collection of girlie stuff. I may know she wears Bubblegum Pink lipgloss even at her age and keeps a chocolate bar hidden from the kids. But I also carry her joy from the new baby, the fear from the Doctor appointment long ago, the sadness from last years funeral and the laughter from seeing her dear friend at the market last week. See how I am held in the crook of her arm, close to her body and affectionately carried like a valued confidant. We go side by side throughout her day, both of us taking the same steps, making the same journey through life. While, indeed, I may carry the commonplace and trite, I also hold those things of great value, those feelings and experiences that make her, her. ______________________ That's what my handbag says about me. What might yours say about you?