I had to call in sick today. Not the best thing to do on your first week, but health comes first.
In my immense boredom I discovered my old „going-out” bag. It’s the bag that I always used to take with me on a night out. It’s small but spacious enough for everything a girl needs (phone, lip balm, bank card, coins, tissues and keys). Armed with this bag I went through my first year in Wales.
But then our friendship ended. I blame the bag, but I know that in fact it was me being shallow. Its faux leather had started to peel, plus I started dating Jon so he could carry all my things in his pockets. And all of a sudden I was bagless. It felt strange, it didn’t feel like I was a proper girl, especially when people asked me „where is your bag?”
But well…I found the bag, my old faithfull friend, which has witnessed me changing bank cards, lip balms and house keys (we’ve had some history together). It was inside of another bag, in the wardrobe, hiding its ugliness. But I’ve always had big plans for this bag. My intention has always been to transform it once it loses its shine.
And today the makeover of my bag has begun.
Stay tuned, as the changes will be drastic.
Today I have added a nice flower to it.. but the day is not over yet, and I’ve got nothing else to do (but house cleaning, which I’ll skip as I’m ill) but adorn my bag with beads.
The old bag saga has begun