The Treasures in My Bag

The idea to show what is in my bag (the initiative of a designer I found today) does not wake up my enthusiasm. In fact, this operation can disclose too many "hidden" sides. I have everything that could be useful in any moment of the life. Medicines for head pains, wet and dry handkerchieves, pens and notebooks (more than one), bags for shopping, wallet for coupons, business cards, profumed essential oil and a little bag with make up, scissors, some nail files and many other things.


This way I'm always ready for every emergency. 


I hate bags. 

When I have to find something quickly there, I can't do it. Specially if it's about the key of the car. I arrive to heart attacks with them. About 2 weeks ago I had to take my husband from the hospital and found a place for the car far enough from the entrance. I waited for him just out of the department when I wanted to take out the key of the car to give it to my husband as a wellcome home. But... there was not the key in the bag. There was nothing in the pockets. 


I run out to look for it in the street with the hope it could fall out when I took a glove from the pocket and someone could find it and give it to the guard. I've just reached the guard house when decided to be calm and look once more in the bag. 

I found that key in a little side pocket of the bag that I never use. I turned back in the department -and you cxan bewlieve me, I was in the state to be hospitalized.