Life, boiled down to the content of my handbag

Continuing on the theme of the previous post I actually do think that you can say a lot about a person based on the content of their handbag. I Show me your handbag and I'll show you your life!
My handbag, this very day, contains:

• My yellow purse, which is falling apart but I'm reluctant to part with.
• 3 pens (blue and black ink).
• One handheld mirror.
• One tiny hairbrush.
• One set of yellow post-it notes.
• Some paperclips.
• Some change.
• 2 shades of red lipstick.
• Some clear lipgloss.
• Some lipbalm.
• Liquid eyeliner.
• Scented wet wipes.
• A lighter.
• Gloves.
• Keys to my house, my bike and work.
• A memory stick.
• A note pad for everything that I could possibly need to write down.
• Iron supplements. I don't normally take them but as I donated blood last week the nurses seem to think it's a good idea to keep my iron-levels up. All I can think is that if Magneto from the X-Men attacked me I'd be royally fucked.