The clasp broke on one of my favorite bargain finds: this Marc Jacobs-lookalike, Banana Republic Outlet bag. I bought it six months ago and it’s been my constant work companion since. I hate having to switch work bags (because I will inevitably forget to replace my ID and office keys), so this old gal has been with me every day.
Yes, I’m sure I could get the bag repaired somewhere, but since I only spent $40 in the first place, I’m not sure if it’s worth the time or energy to do so.
Last night, I went to empty the contents of my bag so I could switch to a new one and I was horrified at the amount of utter crap I had in there. I felt like a pack rat. No wonder why I could never find anything in there – apparently I’ve been impersonating Mary Poppins, or a Sherpa.
Here’s what I found:
2 iPhones (work and personal)
1 Chapstick tube
1 Lego block
1 granola bar wrapper (extra points for the smeared chocolate)
1 Ben10 Action Figure
1 dirty sock (Buddy)
1 dirty (?) sock (Mimi)
1 random plastic produce bag from the supermarket
1 Red Robin loyalty card
1 Baby Einstein music player “iPod”
An expired Kohl’s coupon
1 small, empty Tupperware container (from my almonds earlier in the day, I hope think)
1 reminder card for my next eye doctor appt
1 tripod (for work)
1 dentist bill
1 kids CD
1 Mimi board book
1 packet of tissues
1 Mimi bracelet
1 pack of gum
1 used band-aid (ugh)
1 disposable wipe your glasses
(Not pictured) Half-empty water bottle
And that’s not to mention the gross array of crumbs, crumpled receipts, random coins and God-knows-what-else lurking at the bottom of my bag.
Oh, and I also had my wallet and my makeup bag (which, I should add, is the size of an evening bag but only contains a few lipsticks, some dental floss that I don’t remember putting in there, a nail file, band-aids and some emergency tampons).
Wow, was I really carrying all this around with me? Why? And how did I not notice that I’d become a bag lady? I joke about Buddy being destined for “Hoarders ” … maybe it really is genetic?
Speaking of Buddy, he came in my room as I was sorting through the pile of junk and made a face. “Mommy, what is that?” he asked, pointing in disgust.
My thoughts exactly.
So I spent the next 15 minutes putting dirty socks in the laundry room, returning various toys and books to their rightful owners and making several runs to the garbage can to dispose of the trash.
Ahhh, much better. Let’s hope it stays that way.
My new and improved bag:
Makeup bag, which is next on my replacement list
Kids CD (because I forgot to leave it in my car)
Work ID, keys
A couple of pens
Have you gone through your bag or purse recently? You may find it to be an eye-opening experience.
What’s in your bag? Write a blog post and link back to me, or leave your links/comments below!