A little less this time. But it was a Saturday.
Still figuring out what my essentials are and what I cannot live without.
‘Try, try again, fail and fail again.’
My mother elegantly carried the same handbag throughout my whole childhood. It always possessed everything she needed. She upgraded soon as my siblings were old enough to insist and gift her a new bag.
My mother loves a versatile bag. She even now only possesses a few bags while I possess dozen more.
I have never had that commitment with a bag. I’m still searching but it seems no bag is perfect. The search for perfection continues, a cliche but it’s true.
I once watched a black and white movie, I remember a quote in relation to a character having a candy in her bag.
‘A lady is always prepared‘
It’s a challenge. This being a visual of what really is going on in my mind when I leave the house.