My Caboodle! Which, as you know, (assuming you are a middle-class white female born in the early 70s and susceptible to advertising) is a handy (and cute) place to keep all your makeup.
Note the matches from the Village Inn (from when every restaurant had matches and there were smoking sections, in fact, it was a big deal that there were NON-smoking sections) which were used to melt the eyeliner so it would be easier to apply.
“Now you can go fishin’ for man!” Sara commented when I texted her the photos. Instead I packed it all back up and hid it away for another happy surprise in a few decades. But maybe I will go back for that brush.

