My buddy Maria at Mom of Three Seeks Sanity tapped me to join her and Liz and some other bloggy friends in playing a game of “What’s in my bag?” This exercise reminded me of Nicki’s and Big Little Wolf’s public explorations of the contents of their wallets back in January. My nosy nature enjoyed those little reveals so much that I was excited to play along.
Excited, that is, until I realized how little – and how much – my bag says about me.
Pictured above you can see the contents of my bag – or, should I say, bags – in their entirety. Not much there.
The bags themselves – a small Vera Bradley “hipster” purse and the coordinating Vera Bradley backpack into which I stuff the purse whenever I go somewhere with my kids (and when do I ever go somewhere without them?) – and the matching wallet were given to me two years ago over a series of holidays.
I don’t really like them. I like the size of them and the fact that I can use the purse with or without the diaper bag backpack, but I don’t like the pattern. I don’t feel good when I use them. They’re just not “me.”
And that’s pretty typical of me, style-wise. I know what I like when I see it on someone else, but I don’t know how to create a look for myself. I tend to wear and use things that people give me, even if I would never have chosen them for myself.
Visually-speaking, I am a composite of comfort and the projections of what other people think me to be.
Moving on to the contents of my bags (working clockwise from the top left):
- giant roll-up changing pad with pockets for diapers (Tiny Baby’s), Pull-Ups (that’s right; Big Boy is now diaper-free!), wipes (diaper wipes are one of man’s greatest inventions; I just as often use one to clean up the coffee I’ve spilled down the front of my shirt as to wipe one of the small butts they were created to clean), and plastic bags (to dispose of said diapers, Pull-Ups, and wipes): Well, no surprise here. I am the mom of a baby and a toddler. Where I go, they and their supplies follow (or, at least, are toted).
- small collection of mini-toiletries (aspirational nail file, contact lens re-wetting drops, lip gloss, tissues, Tylenol, hand sanitizer): I am a relatively low-maintenance woman, generally more focused on practicality than looking good. But oh, how I would like to know how to look good!
- small wallet filled with the usual credit cards, business cards, ID cards, and cash: Hmm…some interesting stuff in here. Now I understand why Nicki and BLW explored these separately from their bags…
- notebook and two pens (one working, one out of ink; one wonders why I didn’t throw the latter away when it stopped working. Hope for inky resurrection in this season of Lent?): Thank you to Anne Lamott for introducing me to the idea of carrying note cards as a means to capture ideas in words as they happen. Yes, indeed, another step toward my dream of being a writer.
Although playing this game started out as a romp, it revealed to me a lot about myself and how I might appear to others. Is there power in a great bag? Maybe. Maybe not.
But there is a distinct lack thereof in one that doesn’t quite work.
What item in your purse/briefcase/laptop bag/diaper bag reveals the most about you? And, if you’re feeling so inclined, why don’t you play along with us and show us what’s in your bag? Let me know if you do and leave a link to your post in a comment below.