The work tote. It be heavy. I guess we could call this, What's In My Bag: Hoarder's Edition. The bag is a Vera Bradley, which... well. I'm not sure if this is strictly a Southern thing, but Vera Bradley holds a certain connotation for me. Vera Bradley is the slightly upscale bag the debutantes I went to school with carried. I sort of surprised myself when I decided, whimsically, to buy one with my discount back when I was working for Hallmark (it was also on sale, so double deal, I should say). I want, need, to scale down--but that would start with all the paper ephemera I carry around, and I just can't bring myself to do it. The one day I don't carry a notebook with me will be the day I'm suddenly visited by the muses. Perhaps.
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| Betty Boop hand sanitizer, wallet, Cowgirl case (for camera), mp3 case, knife, & not-at-all-stylish phone. |
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| Burt's Bee's Hand Salve smells like rosemary, mini vanity bag to replace the one my cat peed on, Marilyn Monroe mirror compact, & Playboy mint tin from Kath. |
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| The necessities: Oxi Clean spray (I'm a mess), pill box, & red lipstick. |
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| Latest issue of the Indpendent, a book, a notebook, and a planner. |
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| Bus schedules, a moleskine (another gift from Kath; she's seriously the best), latest letters sent to me, postcards in case I need to jot a quick line, card-carrier, & pen and highlighters. |
