Near crisis in my Material World

This is so stupid I had to tell someone.

So last Tuesday I left a pair of earrings at Matt and Greg's that I had taken off because I was hula-hooping. (Note to self: get a hula-hoop.) I picked them up the next time I was over there and put them into the little inner pocket of my purse. You know the one: the one where anything you don't want readily available to the first person you ask to grab your keys. Tampons, condoms, anything vagina related, oftentimes cold medicine, band-aids, etc. The point is, that's where I put my earrings.

Let me say right now that I have a bad habit of losing earrings. I don't lose both of them, I only ever lose one. And it's usually from a pair I really like and wear all the time. So since I love that stupid earring, I can't get rid of it and it goes into my craft bag/single-earring-graveyard until I can find a way to keep it with me.

The earrings I put into my purse were, without a doubt, my very favorites. Big blue circles of shell, kind of shiny and sparkly but never over the top. I get compliments on them nearly every time I wear them. These are my go-to earrings in a pinch. So of course, when I went to fish them out about half an hour ago and I found ONE... I was displeased.

I refused to believe it. Not a-fucking-gain.
Even though I was at work, I pulled all my unmentionables out into my lap, praying that the moving guys carting the piano upstairs would not come in to ask me anything right at this moment.
But it wasn't there.
Shit. Shit shit shit.

Now here's something you need to know about my purse: it eats things. No, really. It wasn't until I couldn't find my wallet but felt it in my enourmous bag that I discovered the giant hole in the lining. I pulled out the hair pomade I thought I lost, about $2 in change and pens that I kept accusing people of stealing. This was the first place I went to looking for the earring.
Nope.
FUCK.
I pulled everything out of my purse. My purse is the size of some people's backpacks, so that's a lot of stuff.
Nowhere.
It was about this point that I actually began to panic. These weren't anything that I could replace. I got them at some store in Canada that I was probably never going to see again. I'd already cursed the day that I didn't buy every color they had of these earrings. More than that, I really liked them. I started getting way too worked up about the earrings. In a fit of refusal to let them go, I made a huge sweep in the underlining of my purse, feeling around every square inch of available space.
And there it was. A little worse for wear, stuck underneath the bottom-most interior of my bag. But there.

I need to keep better track of my earrings.
And maybe, just maybe, I need a smaller purse.