The other day, I was at one of the kids’ tennis lessons when another mum asked me if I had a tissue or baby wipe on me. As I dutifully waded through my handbag (or purse for those of you Stateside) – and I really mean waded through – some underwear flew out of the bag. I kid you not.
That evening, I remembered the phrase about how you can tell a lot about a woman’s mind from what’s in her handbag. (Or maybe it’s what a woman’s house looks like from the state of her handbag?) Either way, I’m so screwed. Now, I don’t hold a doctorate in Forensic Object Analysis (if that’s not actually a thing, it definitely should be) but I reckon my handbag contents say a lot about me… and I can probably figure out what all by my clever little self..
So if you’re ready for the good, the bad and the ugly of what’s inside my handbag, let’s begin:
One chocolate bun thingy (to use its official name): No idea why there’s just the one…I have three kids. I guess it’ll have to be a fight to the death between them over one lonely chocolate bun thingy.
Open bag of mini Dutch waffles: Not sure which day I put them in there. Not sure which month either to be honest. Not even sure that a load of syrupy glucose-filled mess is the best form of nourishment before their after-school sports activity.
Sparkly pink princess fabric wallet: Because mother of two girls: there is always something sparkly, pink and princessy in your handbag.
Four bananas: Because I felt guilty over the crappy zero nutrition waffles? No idea why there are four. I have three kids. Clearly I’m struggling with the ratio of food to child thing.
Aforementioned panties (yep they’re still in there): Cheeky K’s…not mine. Because when you have kids, someone’s underwear always seems to end up in your bag. You need to be a parent to get this (although one of my friends who is a parent didn’t get it. Mental note to self: unfriend that weirdo).
Travel draughts/chess: Erm, I may suddenly get the urge to play a game (against myself?) while running my morning errands?
The belt to one of Cheeky K’s cardigans: Because apparently we don’t possess an actual wardrobe to store her accessories and underwear, judging by what’s frigging turning up in this bag. (Don’t look at me. I told you this is what happens when you have kids. I swear, stuff just ends up in your bag and most of it isn’t even yours.)
Antibiotic ointment: Because Doe-eyed D had a wart removed from his finger a while ago, an ‘event’ that will remain etched in my memory and quite possibly the memory of everyone in the waiting room outside because the screaming was like Nothing. Else. On. Earth. And why would I put the ointment in the first aid box, that has a dedicated storage place in our bathroom, when I can carry it around with me letting it squashed at the bottom of a huge bag? Huh? HUH?
Prescription for said ointment: Because it needs to stay in my bag another three months so that it is finally so crumpled and illegible that it will be pointless filing it away. At which point, what will I do? That’s right: file it away.
Tampons: Don’t worry, most of them are in a chic pink and black tin, so the kids have thankfully managed not to mistake them for snacks. Yes, I said most of them…there are several loose ones rolling around in the bag too. Again, DON’T WORRY, they’re individually wrapped. I believe this more than adequately describes my feminine hygiene situation (and has more than adequately just lost me a few readers). Incidentally, to my male readers who tell me this blog gives them an insight into a woman’s mind, I am sorry..and yet also rather glad to be of service.
Bush Naturals Organic face cream: Because I take skincare seriously (translation, I’m too rushed to apply it before leaving the house in the morning).
My Klean Kanteen stainless steel water bottle: I said goodbye to constantly buying small plastic water bottles in 2006, for environmental/health/cost reasons and this thing literally is one of my most prized possessions. Go figure.
A grocery list from…last year? Don’t ask me.
Pure Republic Pukka Skincare brochure: Which I’ll eventually get round to reading once my skin is too aged to be rescued by any form of skincare or when the company that makes it has shut down.
Hello Kitty mini notepad: See point 3.
Cyclone hair wax: Kind of ironic considering I neverrrr use hair products apart from shampoo and conditioner. But then, these days my hair looks like an actual cyclone hit it. In the bag.it stays.
Makeup Bag: No explanation required.
Neals Yard Hydrating Facial Mist: Yep, with this many toiletries/cosmetics, all I need is shower gel and shampoo and I could actually get ready inside my bag (it’s big enough).
So many supermarket receipts that my wallet won’t shut: Well you never know when you’ll get the urge to check what you paid for 641 grammes of carrots back in April 2013, now do you?
Business card of the pest control man: In case I need him to come round and spray my kids. I mean bugs.
Cable for my Mac plus USB stick: No laptop…just the cable and the USB, you understand…
Socks: Mine… Why? Or more accurately WHY?
Tangle Teezer hair brush: logical enough, especially considering previous cyclone comment.
The label from a cereal bar – just the label: Obviously waste bins don’t exist.
Usual suspects of house keys, car key, phone, make up bag etc: Praise be! It’s a miracle I actually have these on my person…ask anyone who knows me.
Sunglasses: Because I may leave the house without my keys or wallet or brain on an alarmingly regular basis (read Ten Signs of the Scatty Mama or I Don’t Know How She Does It to see what I mean) but I will NEVER leave the house without my sunglasses, you hear me?
Remote control to Hubster’s office garage: Man I hope he doesn’t read this post…was meant to put the damned thing back in the car after a near disaster recently.
What does it all mean?
1 That if they do a remake of Mary Poppins, they should pay me for the use of my bag for that scene.
2 The only thing I have a doctorate in is how to fit the maximum amount of crap into it.
3 I’m apparently terrified of having messy hair, dry skin or someone going hungry.
4 When I’m suffering from writer’s block and need inspiration for a blog post, I can just look inside my bag.
5 If we ever run out of storage space at home between the laundry room, the closet, the storage room, the office and everyone’s wardrobes, there is nothing to worry about (see point 1).
Told you I was clever.
Love this Prabs! Must be a living in a sunny place thing as I NEVER forget my sunglasses. Baby wipes yes which are fairly essential with two nappy filling pooping children. Sunglasses. Never!!!
Lol when we meet up, we’ll be prepared then. If you only count having sunglasses on you as well prepared. Thanks for reading.
I have commented before about your crazy handbag…thanks for hosting #wineandboobs 🙂
That’s an impressive amount of stuff. If it bugs you do what I did and find a wife, then start ‘forgetting’ your handbag. It’s very freeing, I haven’t carried one in years. Sure, you might think it’s a pretty extreme way of dealing with the issue but imagine the benefits 🙂 !
PS. You can never be carrying enough snacks when you have kids!
I’m glad others bags are filled with such random stuff and lots of random food bits haha. Thanks for linking up #snotallaboutyou
My pleasure! Thanks for stopping by.
Yes to the old receipts… and shopping lists. I must have delusions that I am somehow of interest to food shopping historians or something.
Really funny post, by the way 😀
Food shopping historians! LMAO!
So funny it made me Lol! When you have kids there are all sorts of things in there! #wineandboobs
ALL sorts I tell you.
Sounds like a great handbag to me – prepared for any eventuality! Especially great choice on the Dutch waffles, love them! x
lol they’re sinful. Thanks for stopping by and linking up at #wineandboobs
Oh how I chuckled!! Wow quite some bag you got there. Defiantly Mary Poppins the second, you put my bag to shame. Great post. #Wineandboobs
I think there’s a dead body in there too… Thanks for stopping by again and for linking to #wineandboobs
Guess what? I WAS Mary Poppins in my school play years ago. So I think this handbag is maybe my homage to her or something? Thanks for popping along again!
There were posts going around a while ago asking what was on people’s changing bags. No prayed no one ask me as if you think yours is bad I’m sure I can better you!! Mine usually involves something squashed or mouldy hidden in one of the pockets!! #wineandboobs
Yep squashed and mouldy sounds about right.
Brilliant! I’m still at the stage where I carry a nappy bag everywhere and it’s great – I have everything I could ever wish for in there. I cleaned it out a while back though and found a used breast pad. It was gross. Really gross. #wineandboobs
Lol I had breast pads e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e. Thanks for coming by.
PS popping over from #wineandboobs xx
I can relate! I always have my daughter’s underwear in my bag plus I once got my wallet out of my bag and a rogue tampon flicked out and landed in the lap of the person behind the till. The horrified looks from the people in the queue behind me are etched on my retina forever.
I nearly threw up laughing. Domesticated Momster in this comments this section said something similar. What are we all like?!
Haha I love this!!!
Since I moved to the Seychelles I NEVER have a handbag any more (the dream) then I got a change bag when I had Arthur and delighted in filling it with crap! It was a relief when I then got too lazy to take it around with me! Now baby two is nearly here I’m ready for a bag full of crap (I mean essential items…) for a while at least!!
I wish you well in the handbag wars my dear!
Hilarious. Glad I’m not the only person with thousands of supermarket receipts rammed in their bag! #wineandboobs
ALL of us I tell you. Thanks so much.
haha I often refer to my handbag as a Mary Poppins bag because like yours, it contains everything but the kitchen sink!! Little cars, those plastic surprise eggs, old receipts, Chinese herbal cough syrup satchets, birthday invites, schools forms (I really should hand those back in soon!!), wet wipes, a nappy, a pad (in a pretty cherry blossom themed tin) and lots more!! I like to think I dumped the diaper bag but really it all just got transferred to my handbag instead. #wineandboobs
Yes we pretend it’s NOT the diaper bag lol. Ucch. Thanks for stopping by and WELL DONE on your award nomination!
Lol! the surprise eggs! You make me laugh. Thanks for the love my dear.
You are going to have carpal tunnel from your handbag! Good lord woman! Mine always gets to that sort of state when we go on vacation because everyone is “can you put this in your purse please” Like somehow it’s earth shattering if they just carry it themselves. I thought maybe you were carrying your own undies in case of an emergency of some sort. Note to self…going to pack a pair for myself. Tampons…my purse always has tampons in it and I use the OB brand so they look like little white bullets and the other day while at the grocery store I went to pull out my wallet and one went flying right at the clerk. And of course it was a he! A teenage boy that I know my son knows because he has talked to him in the store before when he has been with me. Maybe I will get lucky and he won’t remember that I am Matthew’s mom. Thanks for linking up with me for #momsterslink. Hope you will join me again this Friday 🙂
You know what? As someone who HAS actually had carpel tunnel syndrome, you’d think I’d learn right? I actually had serious shoulder ache after I used that bag for a trip last year! And snap to the tampons brand. Wow, we both know how to overshare. BBF’s I reckon.
This post is hilarious! how big is your bag?!! Brightened my Sunday evening up, I don’t think my handbag will be quite as exciting as yours. Thank you for linking with #snotallaboutyou
Emma please don’t tell anyone but I think it’s actually bigger than me. Pffft. Thanks ever so much for the opportunity.
How big is your handbag to fit all this hydration and 4 bananas? And how did you stop from getting your bananas all brown, thereby making them “eew” to children? Cheers to insanely large bags.
What can I say Kristine? The more you hang out with me, the more you will discover I’m a woman of many talents. (Okay, I’m not…I just wanted to see how that looked on a screen.)
OMG! I’m Lmao and nodding my head at so many similarities in our handbags contents. Love your descriptive commentary, too!!!
Ha! I knew I liked you 🙂 Thanks for reading!