What's in that bag o' yours?

There are two reasons I'm writing this post-
1. Felt like writing
2. I was inspired by MissLauranne, who is doing Blogtober (which sounds great- like some sort of vegetable), and who is also writing a similar post, and I'm basically just outright copying her. Go look at ~hers~, it's sure to be way more well written and interesting!

So as not to be putting on any airs and graces (imagine!) I'm just going to pull things out and discuss them, no editing or hiding embarrassing things. So bear with me.

Let's start with the bag itself - a Penney's purchase (like 90% of my wardrobe). The strap annoys me, and the other straps were too short, so I strapped an extra strap to it, and now it has four straps, all of which flail around in the breeze as I walk through town. I have not yet corrected this, nor will I ever, if my past laziness is anything to go by.

Now, inside!

Books, books, assorted books

The first is a lovely treat for your brain- Sane New World, by Ruby Wax. I was never a great fan of her stand up, but since she got a degree in neuroscience and studied mindfulness, I found myself far more interested in what she had to say. And she is actually a very funny lady.

The next is a crossword puzzle book I bought in a pound shop a couple of weeks ago. I bought it to try and occupy my fingers and my brain in moments of boredom, instead of simply turning to my phone to do quizzes on Buzzfeed (I calculated it, and I have wasted 28 years of my life doing just that). The book is actually great, and I have completed the first 7 puzzles! Yay me!

This little notebook, which is full of crap. I picked it up on sale in Tesco because it's beautiful. It contains such pearls of wisdom as "Don't forget to write that letter" (to whom???) and "remember to pay back Dad for the shark teeth" (what a dumb purchase. But how could I say no to genuine shark teeth from a vending machine?)

My Purse
I bought this purse specifically because it has loads of room for cards.

My favourites are:
- a beautiful library card from the most wonderful library I've ever been to (I lied and said I live in the area to get an account. JOKES ON YOU SUCKERS)
- My ID card from the Letter Writers Alliance
- My buddy, MissLauranne's business card
- My bank card, cos money (not pictured for extremely obvious reasons)

Food
You can count on me to have food in my bag. It may not be edible, but it's certainly there.
Today I have
- a bottle of water (half full)
- a bar of Dairy Milk (not eaten), given to me by my other buddy, Leigh, when I was feeling under the weather. Thanks Leigh! Saving this for... A more chocolatey time..?
-  a Tango apple bar??? This is seriously the first time I'm seeing this. Who put this here? I hate these. Was it one of you kids at work? Probably. They often deposit 'gifts' in my handbag. Before you get excited, they're usually used tissues.
- a liquid iron supplement, for energy. I forgot that was there.

A Jumble of Nonsense
- A pen in the shape of a lady. I bought this in Tiger, the best shop ever.
- An ipod-and-wires case in the shape of a peanut butter and jam sandwich. Of course.
- A pencil case in the shape of a carrot. I really like things in the shape of things.
- A (clean) pair of socks. I remember putting these in here weeks ago as I went for a muddy walk in the woods, thinking I'd need them. I didn't and I still don't.
- A spoon. I don't know.
- A rock from the beach where my boyfriend proposed. No, not boyfriend, fiancé. (It's just too fancy a word for me)

Beauty Things
- A lip balm (the best I've ever tried, and I'm always trying them)
- A pink lipstick. I like to mix them both together!
- A mirror my Mom bought me
- A myriad of hairclips, both broken and otherwise.
I thought there would be more of this king of thing, that's why I gave it its own section. Ah well, moving swiftly on.

And finally, Little Mikey. There is no reason for me to carry this guy around, other than he is lovely and it makes me smile every time I look into my bag for something.

So there we are. Less like a peek into my bag and more like a rummage around the deep recesses of my brain. What did we learn about my pysche? That I'm a bit of a hoarder with food issues? That I will definitely buy a thing if it's shaped like another thing? That I still carry a teddy even though I'm 25? I've definitely learned I need to carry less. I mean, 3% of this stuff is useful.
Even the cat's looking at me like "What the hell Rebecca"

This was a great idea. I now feel like a crazy lady. Look at the contents of my bag! I'm like a child who was given money and told to fill a bag with nonsense!
Ah well.


Works for me, I guess?