Friday, 18 June 2010
Tag a bag
I have such a lot to do.
First I will discharge an obligation (tag) to reveal details of my bag.
Tagged by Vix (Vintage Vixen). Too rushed to do a link at the mo.
This is my one and only bag. Recently acquired because I believe there to be little tea-leaves at large at my workplace. Usually I leave my wallet in the pocket of a jacket on the back of a chair. My mobile goes in the pocket of my shorts and that's me. But due to reports of things going missing I have had to take extreme action and get a bag. I HATE bags. I like to travel light.
In it. Some money. A wallet with a broken zip that Daughter 1 bought for me and I can't discard for that reason. Grubby tissue. Poo bags. Dogs, silly! Not for me. Sundry receipts. Cash. Less than £10. Mobile.
When I go out I go back to pockets. Bags just aren't me. I got a tinder pouch because it's small and I sling it over my body so I can't lose it. It's a lovely bag but I'm still not a bag-lady. Except in the sense that I'm scruffy.
Later - another tag (Rebekah). A DotD. Maybe even nails.