Hello again, and welcome to those kind souls who are sticking with me through this month of daily posts as part of the August Break project.
Today's prompt is 'in my bag'.
I am a serial monogamist when it comes to bags. I love them, and find them just perfect for a couple of years, but then begin to experience a vague feeling of discontent. I start to note the handbags of others' (disloyal), I drift towards the handbag department in John Lewis (dangerous), I browse 'handbags' on eBay (fatal), until one day the call can no longer be resisted; I openly declare that my love affair with my current bag is over, and start look for a replacement.
I keep quite a tidy bag, I dislike a silt of old receipts, paper tissues and sweetie papers building up. Of course when the boys were small, everything from lego pieces to toy cars, emergency sandwiches, drinks and story books all rattled around in there, but now the contents are much more predictable.
Today in my bag:
Small 'Wade' flower vase, bought yesterday in a charity shop. I already have its place earmarked on the kitchen shelves.
'Fat Face' reusable bag.
'London' notebook. My brother lives in London, and I miss him, so I usually have a couple of little items on or around my person that have London branding on them; somehow makes me feel we are living closer to each other than we actually are.
Inexpensive perfume for quick spritz during the day.
Champney's Miracle Balm for dry skin. Who could resist it with a name like that?
Pen filched from my dear husband.
Recycled cardboard card holder; love the colour.
London branded make up bag for inhaler, lipstick, anti-histamine tablets, mascara.
Purse. Love it. Inside; the usual bits and pieces, including photo's of the boys, receipts from special meals, and always, a book of stamps.
Tape measure. You'd be amazed how often I find myself needing this when I'm out and about.
Gardener's Hand Cream. Yep, another small miracle in a tube. Smells lovely too.
House keys. Precious in themselves, but easily enough replaced, unlike the charms; a purple leather heart from my lovely brother, the little wren fob from my wee mum, and, not clearly see in the photograph, a brass number tag given to me by an ex miner when we visited Big Pit, Blaenafon in Wales (there's a story attached to that which I might share one day).
Coin purse. Usually lives inside my big blue purse. Like a little leather pebble or worry bead, another gift from my brother and very precious to me.
My ticket from the last night of the Commonwealth Games; the Athletics at Hampden in Glasgow. Fantastic night, we all loved it.
Two train tickets (used) from Glasgow Central to Abergavenny.