Hello, hello! Hoppy April! Yes, I did the corny bunny joke since Easter is coming up later this month and I’ll probably forget about it that week. Anyway, I had zero ideas what to blog about today, so I went to this post and convinced myself I would do the third thing on the list (because it’s the 3rd). It seems pretty silly to me, but apparently people believe that what people carry around in their bags (purses, backpacks, fanny packs, whatever) can tell you a lot about them. You probably won’t learn anything about me, but if you do, feel free to share it with me!
First off, I don’t have a bag or purse or anything extravagant like that. I have a pouch that Dad bought me from Thatcher’s Leather Artistry during one of our long ago trips to the Scarborough Faire Renaissance Festival. It’s small enough to tuck it away for short trips out of the house and, if we’re going to be out for the day, there’s a little loop on the back so we can hang it on my seatbelt where I don’t have to worry about it falling off somewhere. It’s durable. I can’t even remember how long I’ve had it and it’s still going strong. But most importantly, it has a dragon on it and I love it.
As far as the stuff that goes in it, there isn’t much. I keep a handful of my own business cards that I always forget about, thus never giving them away. There were originally ten of the new ones and I’m pretty sure there still are. I also have at least one of my old cards as well. Plus a bunch of other people’s business cards that I collected along the way, though those get purged about once a year, whenever they get unruly. There’s also a library card that I haven’t used in years and some other random cards. But, of course, I always forget to toss the gift cards I’ve accumulated in there, so I never have one during my rare stops at Starshmucks or whatever.
There’s also a little baggy of pills hidden in its depths. Don’t get excited, pouch thieves. It’s just Dad’s diabetes pills in case we’re out for our first meal of the day and he hasn’t taken his meds yet. Anyone who steals those won’t get high, but they might end up in a low sugar coma! I suppose that could be fun. But yeah, that’s in there.
I also got this little card holder thing recently. It holds the few semi-important things I have: my ID, etc. If the sigil makes no sense, it’s from Supernatural, so don’t worry about it. I mostly just got it because it was on sale and the colors match my pouch.
Other than that, I don’t keep anything in my pouch. Not even change. I might drop a lipstick in on the extremely rare occasion that I wear makeup and we’re going to be out all day, but that’s a once every five years thing. What about you? What does your bag say about you? What does mine say about me? Whatever it is, it’s probably wrong. Feel free to comment here or on my social media pages!
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