Like many women, my handbag is a natural extension of my body. At work, at the restaurant, he follows me everywhere, in all situations. I love it with love and it makes me feel good, welcoming all my little things in its smallest corner. A co-dependency that I wanted to test a week, like that, to see and especially prove to my mocking boyfriend that I could do without it. Guys do it well, so why not us?

• Day 1: the forced withdrawal e

The first day without a purse is a bit like the first day without tobacco. We have a feeling of lack, we tremble, we are caught up in hallucinations and paranoia. As soon as the family home left, I went back galloping lamenting the absence of handbag on my arm, telling me that I am really awake. Returning home, my guy looks at me hilarious, reminding me of the challenge I have given myself. Necessarily. Vexée, I claim not to have forgotten and come back only for my glasses, obviously already installed on my nose.  

Feeling naked like a verse, I find myself on my daily subway journey, not knowing what to do with my right arm, swinging, or the trio key / portable / CB essential to my survival in the capital. In the oar, the other users stare at me. All wonder what this blonde does without a handbag, such a barefooted feet of leather goods. They judge me, I am convinced. As unhealthy as it is, this paranoia has at least the merit of occupying my mind, the absence of handbags leading to the absence of books to be read. On five occasions also during the day, I took a leap of panic at not seeing my dear husband, fearful of me being stolen. Rebelot in the evening as I left the office, I returned convinced that I had forgotten it. The girl who writes this article has an immediate non-existent memory, it must be forgiven.

• Day 2 was the laziness is good

Although having assimilated that I no longer have handbag , this absence continues to disrupt me. I do not feel lack, no, but rather that of being completely naked. Like a tortoise and its carapace, my bag usually contains what one might commonly call "my house". So, without this bazaar, I literally become an assisted. "T 'have not a buffer? " " Excuse me, you would not have a handkerchief? "Ah no, sorry I have no fire. "" Anyone has an iphone 5 charger? " . After a few hours, my open space colleagues are exhausted, my boss wants to fire me. I apologize, in vain, for this obligation to rely on others begins to please me. Why think about taking his business when others can do it for you? Sometimes laziness is good. Until we realized at the cashier that we forgot his bank card in the pocket of jeans worn yesterday.

• Day 3: Anna Wintour does not wear a handbag

Although determined to make this challenge a success ( each one challenges my good lady ) , I make sure to make arrangements for the day. Exit the sweater dress and the pretty curved coat, I opt for a parka and a pair of jeans thus accumulating a dozen pockets exploitable, so many alternatives to the handbag put in forced RTT. Once outside, the impressions of lack slash naked slash parano have almost disappeared in favor of an unknown physical comfort. Without this protruding accessory, our shoulders remain straight, our spine also and believe it or not, it makes damn good. I tread the bitumen with the clear feeling of being freer of my movements and especially, lighter. And I tell myself that after all, even the greatest fashion writers like Anna Wintour wear (almost) NEVER a purse, it's not for nothing. The success of my career is conditioned by the dispossession of handbag, I am now persuaded.

• Day 4: the e happiness is in pockets

Little by little, I begin to understand that life without a purse is a life that is finally simpler, more peaceful. It is conceivable, for example, that it is faster to find his keys when they are in his parka pocket than to play extreme archaeologists in the cave of Ali Baba that is usually our cabas. In general, we stop to encumber ourselves with superfluous business that usually encumber us . Do you really need a notebook, a leaky pen, a make-up kit, a loyalty card holder , a retractable umbrella, two packs of handkerchiefs half empty, a crooked trombone, a coin of 2 centimes and some unmarked crumbs in his bag? No, I do not think so.  

• Day 5: the watered sprinkler

I realize that finally in this story, the most annoyed remains my boyfriend, who on each of our outings, no longer knows what to do with his little things that he used to confide in me with an unavoidable: "I can put that in your ... saaaaaac. ? " . The man scoffs at our catch-all but uses it almost as much as we do, taking care not to wear it. Except that this week, he had to manage, keeping his tinkers in his hands, looking haggard and potted. And just for that, my week without a purse deserves to be tested. Machiavellian laughter.

• Day 6 and 7 has the revelation of the weekend

This is now obvious: the woman of tomorrow will be a woman without a purse. And for good reason, there is nothing like scouring the bearers and chaining the fittings wild without a weight on the right shoulder, without a bag that refuses to pose for fear of being robbed. We concentrate on the essentials: the use of his credit card, which has been carefully slid into his back pocket.   The same thing happened on Saturday night, when we arrived in front of the entrance to a night club. No need to shamefully present the contents of his messy bag to an unfriendly bouncer or to be racket 4 € in the locker room because we had the audacity (or stupidity, it depends on the points of view) to come accompanied by our Darel 48h and not a minaudière. Finish the quilted leather ball that must be watched or prevented from dancing! Released, delivered, I will now leave my purse to the closet, it is decided.