Pockets! I love my pockets! I have a nice purse that my dear, sweet husband bought for me (it's a granny-looking purse) and it stays in the car unless he's with me. It's hideous. And black. And utilitarian to the degree that it came with an umbrella, which my daughter (thankfully) broke within 6 months. It was the thought that counted, right? He tried. And I love him for it.

My ideal purse is funky, one-of-a-kind, has personality, a long strap, and fringe. Gonna have to make one myself, I suppose. Until then, I have POCKETS!