What's in yours?

 Alice was talking this morning, and I quote...

        I have just read a diatribe about
        The Evils of Blogging
        which claims that it sucks the creative lifeblood
        out of the poor saps
        who get drawn into The Evil Blogosphere.

I'm confused by this, because as I told Alice, I've never been part of something with MORE creative lifeblood in evidence.  But do you know what? I hate being told I shouldn't do something. It brings the beast out in me. So here, the contents of my handbag, because I'm sure that's exactly the sort of thing that would really wind up the author of the original diatribe.

All the usual detritus represented.

From the serious: wallet, phone, chequebook, stamps.

Via the more creative: camera, Moleskine, Moo cards, pens and pencils.

The personal: tampons, tissues (Christmassy and normal), nail file, rescue remedy.

The unusual: finger bandage (there's another tale), zinc oxide tape and package to post.

And the escapees: all the flotsom which migrates to the bottom.

Housed in my Orla bag. Words cannot express how happy this bag makes me. I spent a whole year obsessing about the style and pattern before I took the plunge. Sometimes the process is half the fun. And so it is with blogging. Even though I've found little time to be creative of late, I find myself wanting to post. And if it's about the contents of my handbag, so be it. I'm in good company.