Balmy Days

I am a purseaholic. This is not the first or the last time I will confess this to you.

And yet, the majority of my EDC* gear fits in one crossbody bag in which I carry my sketchbook, way too many pens, and some Bag Balm. Plus some lotion, eyeglasses cloth, and some form of painkiller (not like Jameson or comic books, though hey, they may show up!) And the ever-important 2-3 lipsticks in different shades and sizes. I LOVE LIPSTICK. Mmm, the good stuff.

So, am I oversharing when I say I really like Bag Balm? Is it because it has “bag” in the name?

It’s currently in my EDC kit.

As I understand it, Bag Balm was designed for cow udders. I remember watching my granddaddy milk cows, and so I kinda understand the need for this cow comfort item (I don’t think my granddaddy knew about Bag Balm, though. I mean, we used Sears catalogs* in the outhouse, so I don’t think the cow was gonna be getting any special treatment, either.) I MAY have been introduced to it (Bag Balm, not the Sears catalog) while breastfeeding (and now that I’ve painted THAT picture), I’m currently using it to cover the big area under my nose and over my lips, because I just had some pre-cancer zapped off my face. Enough gross imagery for you yet?! No? Well, let’s continue!

I was cryogenically stabbed, pierced, fried (not technical terms) . . and it did NOT feel good. But I am not a wimp (no but I am), and also, it was quick and so much easier than an epidural or a c-section or a hysterectomy or even a teeth-cleaning (and believe me I know this), so I teared up and shut up. I now have pulsating globulets of blisters (OK! They’re blisters!!) all over my top lip-al area. Yay me!! I watch a lotta horror, so I know what people are thinking might happen next! Pulsating globulets NEVER end well for the viewer of them, in horror movies. So I’ve been walking around the last few days throwing out little assurances like “These are not fever blisters,” and “It’s fine, I’m putting Bag Balm on it” to strangers (they LOVE this, these strangers!), and YES, I tried a Band-Aid to hide my shame, but then I couldn’t move my lips, which inhibited me from speaking my brilliance into people’s lives, and we couldn’t have that. So half my face is unsightly and covered in grease. THE COWS WOULD BE PROUD! Or envious. Take your pick.

I guess the moral of this story, no wait, there’s not one . . . hmmm. The POINT of this story is that . . . actually, there’s not one of those, either.

From the bottom of my heart to the top of my ill-fitting sports-bra (which may be a longer distance than you think!), I’m wishing you a great week, in the midst of IT ALL.

xoxo

TRL

*This very thrifty Sears Catalog idea is something to keep in mind for the coming supply chain weirdness! Just sayin’!

**“Every Day Carry” is purseaholic/influencer speak for your daily purse, I learned it from YouTube SO IT’S TRUE, but IMHO it should be “EC” for “Everyday Carry” so we can totally argue about that at a later date