Her Bad Mother, Motherbumbper and Kyla all recently shared the interesting contents of their bags, and I thought it was too good an idea to pass up. Don't expect too much, though. I am admittedly "no Mother Earth", but I'm also "no Yummy Mummy" either. Here's my rather glamourous lifestyle poured out for your voyeuristic pleasure...
Yes, I probably should be nominated for What Not to Wear for this bag alone. What would Stacey and Clinton say? Probably that I don't look like I care about my job, or looking professional...Well, you hit the nail on the head. And, NO, I don't work for RBC Insurance, thank goodness. This is just the elegant swag that Mr Earth picked up at one of his pension conferences. Since it was better than anything I owned, I appropriated it. I like it because it's stain-proof, zips at the top (during rainstorms), has easy access pockets for snacks, and can fit workout clothes, sippy cups and lunch - all at the same time. I'm a woman on the go!
What does the bag actually contain at this moment?
In the main compartment:
1. A red file folder, for all my VERY important papers (ha, ha!). Right now the "papers" are FitMom handouts, a daily schedule for the Boy (who stayed with my parents recently), and a request form for my gestational diabetes test next week.
2. My latest book - Middlesex, by Jeffrey Eugenides. I haven't had much time to read recently with the Boy being sick, but so far I like it. If a bag can't hold a book, I have no use for it. I never go anywhere without a book.
3. An umbrella, because I hate it when my hair gets wet. I look like a drowned rat.
4. OPI nailpolish in Quarter of a Cent-Cherry. I was hiding it there so that Mr Earth wouldn't find out that I spent another $11.00 on nail polish. Toe polish in the summer is one of my fetishes.
In the mesh pockets (how elegant and refined I am..):
1. Kleenex travel pack. The Boy has a lot of "snoggy" noses.
2. Dental floss in Tutti-Fruitti. My dentist gave me this and I somehow thought it was handy to keep around. I never use it. I like my mint-waxed dental tape at home. Real dental floss gets stuck in my teeth. What do you do when dental floss gets stuck in your teeth?
3. Sunglasses and case. It's way too bright out for my poor peepers.
In the front zipper compartment:
1. A wallet. Yes, I call it a wallet and have no problem with that. I got it for Christmas - my first grown up wallet that holds both coins, bills AND has a place for baby pictures. Before that, I was using a business card holder and a dollar-store change purse.
2. My house key, on an elastic wrist holder. I take a key when I'm running, and I don't like a lot of bulk and I can't stand the jangling noise. Also, we only need one house key for our whole house.
3. The Boy's immunization record. Hey, you never know when you're gonna need it. It's also a handy carrying case for doctor appointment cards, stamps, and my Student ID numbers for York and Ryerson.
4. A metal nail file. The number one reason I get stopped at airports. I'm also prepared if I need to break out of jail. But other than that, I always say that the way to beautiful, long nails is daily filing.
5. Sally Hansen Diamond Strength nail polish in an unnamed pale pink colour. Gives my nails extra protection, and almost looks like I have a french manicure. Or, maybe I'm deluded. But my nails tend to break less, and it's the only "colour" I can stand to have on my fingernails.
6. Not one, but TWO pens. Cause you never know when you're going to have to write down some hot guy's phone number. Um, wait - that's someone else's life...
7. A thick black magic marker - for labelling diapers and wipes that go to daycare.
8. A post-it with a list of books I'd like to buy for the Boy. Written down after reading Miss M's latest book list.
9. Orbit sugarless gum in spearmint. Hands down, the best sugarless gum I've found. Unfortunately, I can't find it in Toronto at all. If anyone knows where to find it, lemme know. I'm down to my last pack and already jonesing for some more. Addicted much?
Don't know what my bag says about me other than that I'm practical and rather unfashionable. Care to pschoanalyze me?