If you all recall, back on New Years Eve, I actually acted my age and went out to celebrate. There was champagne, dancing, kissing, and confetti.
Oh the confetti.
It is now mid April (wait, what?!) and I just wanted to show you what I am STILL picking out of my purse, four point five months later:
A slew of yellow confetti. And when I flipped my purse over the garbage to shake out the little paper cut outs, more pink and purple confetti fell out of pockets I didn't even no my purse had. A good handful of confetti fell out.
I think I need to clean out my bag more often.