anyone who knows me well knows i have a soft spot for bags, leather bags in particular. today, i’m attempting to override the awful irish changeable weather with a delightfully happy blue bag, a gift from my boyfriend in barcelona. it’s soft, bright blue oilcloth with a tan leather strap and it was love at first sight.
i think that most irish girls have a similar collection of loveable junk carried with them at all times, like myself, just in case…
what’s in my bag today?
battered copy of ‘come, reza, ama,’ or in english ‘eat, pray, love’, don’t know what’s wrong, it or me…but i just can’t get into it, teeny green ipod shuffle, small card wallet with about 50 quid in notes, about 10 quid in coins, travel card, umbrella, two pairs of sunglasses(!), an umbrella, ‘liz earle’ handcream, 2 x ‘to-do’ lists-both still ‘to-do’, hairclips, two hair bobbins, lipbalm, tiny sample of ‘roche posay’ factor 50 suncream, a foldaway shopping bag and a shopping list.
nicesimplethings 
