Okay, I stole this idea from Allie at In A Beautiful Pea Green Boat. The idea is to photograph the contents of your handbag. You know how they say you can tell more about a woman by looking in her handbag than by talking to her for half an hour? Well, it took me roughly half an hour to catalouge everything in my bag! See that rather deflated looking handbag? It somehow, through a magical kink in the time/space continuum, manages to contain all the assorted detrius you see surrounding it...
There are also sunnies for myself and GG, keys to my Mum's place, a face washer (I don't know either, it just sort of ended up in there), moist wipes (called Sticky Fingers - how cute is that!?!), a re-usable bag, a USB with photos on it I have been meaning to print out for approximately 3 years, notepads, pen, a sparkly glitter hair clip long been given up for lost, 45 cents worth of change, the garage door opener, tissues, Panadol, hand sanitiser, 3 receipts for things I can't remember buying, scraps of paper on them with either a phone number or an address, but no other identifying information, and a pack of snacks for
Oh, and my Justice of the Peace official stamp, inkpad and paraphanalia. Yes siree, I am OFFICIALLY an upstanding member of the community, responsible beyond reproach. (Unless, of course, I have been drinking, then I'm up for mischief and low level lawlessness. Absolutely.)
And of course, my Little Box of Tricks. I think this may need some explanation... You know when you find yourself saying, "Damn, I wish I had a safety pin/something to close this packet/Band Aid for my rubbing shoe/miniature pack of playing cards/sewing kit/tweezers/bit of superglue/hair band/something to take for this cold!" Well, I'm your go-to gal. I have it.
There is nothing the Box of Tricks can't fix. It once McGuyver'd a heli-plane out of pipe cleaners and duct tape to spirit me to freedom when lost in the Louisiana swamplands... okay, maybe not, but it's very bloody handy, especially when you break things a lot, like me!
You know, for someone so organised, you think I'd be more... well, organised.So there you have it, I have laid my soul bare... and it's a far cry from when I used to sail out the door with nothing but a phone in one jeans pocket and a ATM card in the other... oh, the freedom...
So c'mon, tell me... what's in your private place???