When you look inside my bag, you get a real idea of just how much of a cheapskate I am, how much crap I carry around with me, how British I am (prepared for some very different weather types) and how I just don’t look after my stuff properly (bloody hell, my mother was right).
I bought this backpack about three weeks ago, the day before I left
. It’s from Primark and it cost
£9.00. I usually use my big bag below for when I’m at University because it can
carry everything, but this has been a great bag for just popping to the
supermarket or into town and not having to lug my big bag around has been quite
good. I did buy it with the intention of having a bag I could bike with, but
the straps aren’t really long enough for that when I’m wearing a big ass coat,
but it still fits in my bike bag a lot better than my bigger bag. I was after a simple black backpack for ages, and this is the first one I've come across that hasn't been completely extortionate - Topshop, I'm looking at you. England
I’ve had this bag for about a year and a half now, I got it from New Look for about £25.00 and as you can see it’s ruined. I spend my life carrying big ass books around with me (this bag was especially tested during my final exams last year) and it was doing well until recently when the strap started to go. It’s not been helped by the fact that at last weeks pub quiz a few friends tied a bottle of HP sauce to my bag with a cable tie, which I cant get off for fear of just cutting through the thinning strap, so now it looks particularly trampy.
I actually took this photo at the same time as the other, yet the light is totally different. Again, I reiterate my need for a photography course.
So from left to right, we start with my snowman gloves which are ridiculous I know. But, I had a pair of these gloves when I was in primary school and obviously I grew too big for them. I mentioned to my Mum in October 2011 that I’d loved those gloves and that I’d love another pair, and she said she couldn’t knit them again because the pattern would be the wrong size. Anyway, the next Christmas along she gave me these, she’d spent absolutely ages knitting them with the wrong sized pattern, so they might be ridiculous but they mean a lot.
Next is my tissue pack, which actually has little Union Jacks, black cabs and red double decker buses as a print. I got it for Christmas and reminds me of home. I never thought I’d be the kind of girl who would carry tissues, to me it’s the pinnacle of being prepared – I don’t half feel grown up, how ridiculous!
Underneath is my filthy sunglasses case which I’ve owned for about seven years, it’s currently doubling up as a holder for my English money. Underneath is my purse, which is also battered to shit and I got it from New Look a few years ago.
Then I have some crap Sprite lip smacker which I keep for a just in case moment, even though I’m not really one for putting anything on my lips. Then I have some ridiculously cheap body spray from Bodycare, I’m always completely loaded up on the stuff because even though I use nice stuff in the morning, I get completely paranoid that I smell so I always keep stocked up on the cheap stuff because I go through it like there is no tomorrow. Then there’s my umbrella, British staple.
Then I’ve got one of my many stray lighters kicking about, along with a bracelet I mentioned in my recent Primarkpost – it’s generally always in my bag because its pretty much one of my go-to pieces of jewellery and then at least I always have it with me.
Then there’s a book called Jip en Janneke, which is a Dutch children’s book, with about five stories in each book. The British equivalent is Janet and John. Apparently you only need to know about thirty Dutch words for each story, so my Dutch friend Karel has been going through one with me every so often. It does mean I’ve learnt some odd Dutch words that I’m sure I’ll never use, china cabinet for one example, but they’re pretty cute nonetheless.
Standard pencil case which is full of crap I never use, my iPod with it’s smashed to shit screen which I should probably get sorted at some point! Then there’s my hat (New Look, for about a fiver) which I barely ever wear yet still feel this stupid compulsion to carry around with me all the time, just in case. Then there’s my keys, which are held together by a string I got in my freshers week at Cardiff Uni (oh memorieeeeeees) and a shit load of bobby pins (how do they all get to the bottom of my bag when I never take them out of my hair?!). Then there’s a condom, cus you know, you can never be too prepared and lastly my shitty horrible Blackberry which I detest.
So that was longer than I thought it would be, apologies! If you have done this post, link me up! I think they're perfect for nosy people like me!