Handbags at dawn

My handbag is sacred. My husband knows not to touch it - in fact, if I'm looking for something from it, or if he is looking for something from it, he hands it to me. I don't remember ever instructing him to do this, he just does it. (He's awesome like that.) Also, my dad doesn't go through my mum's bag - he hands it to her just like my hubby does for me. I've never really thought about it - it just is what it is I guess. There's nothing much in it of course - wallet, random letters that need urgent attention so I bring them to work to ensure I get to them (although I tend to forget about them until I get the 2nd letter reminding me that I forgot about the 1st one), there's make-up (the full bag of make-up I might add, you never know when the face will need a complete overhaul), perfume, chewing gum, cigarattes & lighter, any number of sets of keys for god only knows where, mobile, sunglasses, jewellery, tampons, pain-killers, old shopping lists, receipts from shops, vouchers from Boots that tell me I have €7.50 to spend on something else when I next shop there (seriously I have about €100 worth of €7.50 vouchers ... Grrrr), lunch sometimes - more often not though, crayons, stickers, sweet wrappers, hairbands - the latter all from the kids of course. (And yes, it's a very big heavy bag).

 

So ... nothing out of the ordinary, but still, it's my domain, and I don't want any sticky beaks in there. And needless to say, I wouldn't be emptying it for just any old person / photographer / artist on the street ... and yet I just saw that some other women did just this. And like the nosey old crow (aka sticky beak) that I am, I had a jolly good inspection of what was there. Well .. it would have been rude not to. It's intriguing don't you think?

 

 

There's nothing out of the ordinary in this one above ... but I do feel that the picture below is more my messy style ... especially the loose chewing gum, change and tobacco. Shame on me.