Okay, so the handbag that gets dragged around all over the place can be almost anything from a wild pink Bag O’Doom (love that one) to a beautifully hand crafted one, to just that thing you can’t seem to remove from your arm without the aid of major surgery.
Now come on girls, what’s in it?
I tipped mine out the other day just to check that the kitchen sink really hadn’t managed to get in there. This is what I found;
Tedward my little bear that I made twelve years ago when I went through a phase of miniature bear making. this little guy goes everywhere with me, my mascot.
Reading glasses, uuuurgh bane of my life, but that’s a whole new story.
Mints, and a tiny tin of strange little liquorice things I bought in France that are meant to put you off food. They are so repulsive they put you off anything.
Filofax as I am stuck in the 80s and can’t get my head around putting dates and info into my phone. I still like that notebook feeling, okay it’s a security blanket thing I admit it.
Blackberry to prove to myself that I’m not a complete technophobe and have embraced technology. It is the only phone I’ve ever had that I’ve managed to work the email on, very proud moment that one!
String turtle bag for shopping. LOVE this bag, it has never failed me and is used for everything from shopping to picnics to trips to the beach.
Being truly Scottish there is a folded umbrella and a bottle for factor 15 sunscreen. Well you just never know with the weather here.
Burts Bees Res-Q ointment. A natural balm that is a cure all for everything from zits to burns, scrapes to stings and all things in between.
Money, cheque book (how old fashioned is that!), make up bag (tiny, shows how much attention I pay to that), postcard of my friend’s house in France just to remind me of sunshine and friends and lovely places, floss sticks, keys for Tigger, asprins, tissues, wet wipes and lip balm, all the usual bumff.
There are also 14 old cinema tickets, back page of a magazine I was keeping to remember something which I have long forgotten, a sticky sweet wrapper stuck to leaking biro and something which I really can’t identify but think it might be an old bell off Harry’s collar, but you’re not getting to see all that.
Come on, what secrets does your bag hold?