what's in my bag

For the loooongest time, I've said I'm going to do this. TODAY IS THE DAY.

This is my most used bag. I love it. Everyone hates it. I bought it for $3 at a thrift store (this one, actually), because I thought it looked like an old film camera bag.

My wallet (30 cent thrifting find) and usually (nonexistent) money in the form of dollar bills and pennies. 

Gum and lip stuff. Chapstick is pretty much all that I use.

Whatever book I'm reading at the moment. If I'm not reading a book at the moment, I'll usually throw in The Giver or Animal Farm, because they're my favorite, and I like to re-read certain parts.

A small notebook + 1,000,000 pens. 

(Also thumbs up post-its that I go around posting on everything I like because that seems like a cool thing to do.)

This particular notebook usually holds my to-do lists.

Sunglasses (another 30 cent thrifting find), lotion, headphones/mp3, and a tiny, tiny flashlight, just in case. I'm kind of like a Mrs. Potato Head.

I'm not one of those people who carry my knitting with me everywhere. But if it's a small project, I'll sometimes keep it in my bag to knit in the car or something. Knitting in public has yet to be crossed off my bucket list. Why are people so intimidating.

And this is usually what my bag looks like with everything in it. 

Organizing? 

What's that?

If I don't use my black bag, I usually use this one. It's my only hipster-ish item, and I'm very proud of it. Got it for $1, so it does look just a little beat up.

It holds so much, that it could probably fit all my school books if it was tall enough. Perfect for walking to the library. :-)

//guest posted "a photo an hour" here

once upon a time there were three monkeys

"The cousins are coming, the cousins are coming!"

The cool thing about trampolines, is they give you GREAT hair.

 

"HIIIII"

"IT'S MEEEEE"

looking through old photographs...

+ my mom's parents, who now live in heaven
+ my dad's family, minus one who wasn't born yet

just rambling thoughts with no script on blogging/commenting/whatever... bleh. I'm not happy with it, but oh well. maybe someday I'll get over my annoying voice and record something of quality.

Happy birthday to my beautiful mama! Coming from a person who uses words as a way to live life, words fail to express the whole of my love, appreciation, and respect for her. She has conquered the giant expectations that come with the role of "mom" and has given that title so much more meaning and fulfillment to me. So much sacrifice and love and selflessness, I can only hope to one day be half the woman and mother she is!