I can’t tell you how many emails I’ve gotten since I started this blog, asking me what exactly I carry in my Birkin. I’d love to say that it’s none of you psychos’ business how I live my life, but I did write a memoir, therefore choosing to be permanently in the spotlight, soul exposed to the world. So here are the contents of my Birkin as of this afternoon:
A Russian, art deco pill case that my Tai Tai passed down to me
Hydrating facial mist. Moisturization is key to my survival.
A black iPhone
A white iPhone
A MacBook Air (iPads are so over. Google it.)
An old polaroid
A bottle of Tasmanian Rain, my new water obsession
Several YSL lipsticks
A super cute little dog I bought yesterday
A snack for the dog
A snack for me
Extremely chic condoms
That’s about it. Also, I must confess that I’m really unclear on me and my Birkin’s relationship right now. I think we’ll always have a special bond, but we might need to take a break for awhile. I need to see what else is out there. Maybe carry a Kelly? I don’t know…it’s been a rocky week.