Absurd Self-Revelation

I carry one bag (loathe the word ‘purse’) most of the time. Sometimes, I use a second, slightly larger bag instead. Very occasionally, I use a behemoth bag. This is what I carry with me.

Bag 1: The every day bag

Contents of my bag, click to embiggen (I hope)

From right to left (more or less): the Texas wallet (you’ll just have to imagine the cards, bills, notes, and sometimes money in there), sock yarn, pens, two packs of gum, band-aids, knitting needles, keys, and trash (tissue, wrappers, wadded up note, and movie stubs).

Bag 2: The slightly larger, slightly nicer bag

The additional contents of bag 2. Let me know what happens if you click it.In this bag I carry everything from bag one (I just dump it in there) plus: more knitting needles, writing implements, and tissue, chapstick, spare change, and random niceness cards (for leaving randomly to spread niceness—yeah, I do that sometimes, but don’t worry, I’m still a hermity misanthrope at heart). The blue paper with tic marks and a thank you message used to be wrapped around a pen from the first bag, but was co-opted by a child for a boredom project.

Bag 3: The gigantic purse with purple zebra stripes

The contents of bag 3. Does this one get bigger?

In addition to many things from the other bags, this monster mom-bag contains: more pens and change, crayons, playing cards, a notebook to jot down books to read, sticky notes, hair-taming devices, tiny altoids, a volunteer badge from the kids’ school, two buttons, paperclips, and a rock. I don’t know where the rock came from, from I’d be willing to bet all that change that I know who put it in there.

What’s missing:

The cell phone (charging), the camera (sometimes), a water bottle (in the fridge), a book, children’s hands, and my sanity.

What’s in your bag?