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just a little more Jeanne…

I’ve always been into fantasy living spaces; tree houses a la Swiss Family Robinson, rambling secret apartments a la C.S. Lewis, impossible hallways and rooms a la House of Leaves.  I think a roulotte would be managable and realistic and just might fill my craving for romantic, bohemian, nomadic (apparently there’s Rom blood in these veins) living.  This style in particular would make a kick ass studio.  I could do tarot readings on a small pedestal table just outside with the cats weaving their way around the legs of guests and amongst the wildflowers.  Add in the Shetland pony and it’s basically my dream come true.


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vide-moi ton sac et je te dirai qui tu es…

I never used to be a purse girl.  I carried a diaper bag while my kids were little but beyond that I’ve always been about the bank card, the ID and a little bit of cash in a jacket pocket.  Possibly in a wee clutch if I was going to a formal event.  I’ve since learned the love of a good handbag and have added to the list of necessities. 

As it was a slowish day at the market today my partner and I ended up having a brief conversation about essential carry-alongs.  She divulged the number of her sewing kit collection, spread out about many bags.  I admitted to needing my tape measure everywhere I go. 

Upon returning home I thought I’d have a better look into this.  I emptied my bag and found the following items:



old receipts

AA batteries

a hot wheels car

my measuring tape

my jack knife

4 lipsticks in different colours

1 pot of lip balm

2 tubes of skin moisturizer

my passport

wet wipes

tissues (new and used)

my notebook

4 sharpies

ballpoint pen

3 safety pins

sewing kit

dental floss


Is everyone else’s bag the dumping ground mine is?  What’s in yours?  Is there some age/bag size correlation?  Who’s got a great system for staying more organized? 

By the way, the bags in the pic above are made by Jeanne Bayol and I adore them.  Were anyone to get one for me I would happily be your sex slave for 3 years. 


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