With blogging having increasingly moved away from behind-the-scenes peeks into people’s lives in favour of glossy magazine-style content, or the more article-type stuff that is probably my personal preference, I had forgotten how much I love a what’s in my bag-type post.
And so, in the spirit of a good-old fashioned nosy around, I present to you What’s in My Bag: the 2017 Edition. Because LYG might not be a glossy lifestyle magazine but hey, at least I have a designer handbag now.
THE BAG: This is my third-life crisis bag, bought in a shopping mall in Dubai on a credit card as a commiseration for having become big sister to both a dad and a 30-year-old in the space of 24 hours. Sure, I couldn’t actually afford it, but I’ve used it almost every day since which on a cost-per-use basis is almost justifiable, right? This is the Kate Spade Cedar Street Maise, which I think now only comes in black: it’s deceptively roomy, and has a detachable strap which means I can wear it as a shoulder bag and never risk leaving it on a bus.
The gold “L” initial keyring* was a Christmas gift from the St Enoch Centre, and the flower one is a Tatty Devine design for Macmillan Cancer Support that doubles as a trolley token. Annoyingly, they jangle together something fierce which means that the latter is usually hidden inside my bag.
THE PURSE: Yes, it’s Kate Spade too… but it was in the sale the Christmas before last, which means I got it for forty quid. No regrets either, as this (the Cameron Street Stacy) is the best-designed purse I have ever owned. The card section is secured with a heavy-duty popper rather than a zip, which means it actually holds the average number of plastic cards carried by the 20th century woman, and there’s a clear plastic window behind which I can keep a picture of my nephew and a UAE dirham marked with the year I first visited my sister in Dubai.
THE PASSPORT: Not sure about this one, honestly. I either haven’t put it away somewhere safe since my last round of international travel, or it’s there so I can make a quick escape in the event of the apocalypse. Depends on the day. My leather passport holder is by London leather goods maker It’s Not Me It’s You, and I adore it.
THE STATIONERY: Yes, I own that ban.do planner like every blogger you know. But, unlike every blogger you know, I ordered it directly from the ban.do website – and was promptly hit with the biggest customs charge of my life. This – admittedly gorgeous, as well as super-functional – planner cost me about sixty quid all in. So I’m a little embarrassed to admit that my note-taking/planning systems have evolved since then, and I’m basically forcing myself to write out my appointments long-hand on a weekly basis so I can at least pretend I am getting my money’s worth.
At the other end of the price scale – but way up there in the gorgeousness stakes – is this notebook/pen set by Adventure Awaits, which I picked up the other week in west end gift shop Liquorice Tree. It’s perfectly sized for note-taking on the go, and having the pen built in means I’ll never be short when I need one.
THE LIP PRODUCTS: Soooooo many lip products. Confession: yes, I tied up the contents of my bag before taking these photos, so as to rid the scene of discarded till receipts, pepper sachets from Pret a Manger and fifteen different lipsticks and lip balms. I don’t have a “go to” colour, which means the lipstick I wear changes with what I’m wearing – and every time I empty out my handbag I find another handful I’ve forgotten I owned.
I’ve been loving these eos lip balms recently: they’re easy to apply (none of the mess of those little pots!) and come in a lovely range of flavours/scents, like this coconut milk one.
THE LITTLE EXTRAS: House keys, obviously. My leather “LYG” monogrammed keyring* was a gift from a Cambridge Satchel Company blog event, and I saved it in its box until we got the keys for the house. The little black keyring is by New York designer Adam JK, who is basically an American David Shrigley and whose work always makes me smile and think.
My pocket mirror is slightly battered now, but only through love and regular use – it was a Christmas gift from Jehane a couple of years back. Miss West End Girl turned me onto Bath and Body Works’ pocket hand sanitisers, and Rachelle Renee fed my addiction until I began travelling to the US and Dubai more regularly. And you’ve already met, and heard my rave about, my Tangle Teezer*.
Hurrah for nosy posts – if you’ve done one of these, link me in the comments!
This is a sponsored post, but all views are my own and unbiased.