The contents of a bag... and often the bag itself - Part 2

Okay, so here we have part 2 of the bag post.  This is the contents and some of this won't make sense to most of you.  That's okay, this is my blog, after all.

So, we start with the normal for me:  My glasses and a tarot deck.  Currently I have my Spanish Tarot deck travelling with me, but I like to swap the deck in the bag out every few weeks or months - it depends what happens (bag switch) or how I feel.  I am very much aware of the fact that I have to make them a new pouch, so please just give me gentle reminder of that if you feel you really have to comment on it - I don't like change and they've been happy in the calico up until now.

Next:  The obvious:  my wallet.  This is actually the longest-used wallet I've ever owned and Oxford bought it for me at the Tekkie Town in Bayside Centre.  I think this was in 2012.  I just now it was a tumultuous time for us.

Third:  My shiny silver cigarette case that my in-laws got me for Christmas.  I don't always buy loose smokes, which are actually faster to smoke during my tea-breaks, so in cases like today where I've no loose coins in any case I've rolled and packed a few vanilla rollies in the case.  It has an Eagle-and-Shield emblem on the top, with the eagle holding onto an anchor.

Next:  My charging cables for my smartphone and .mp3 player and the charging adaptor for my phone, for the general "in case" factor.  Hierdie twee is vanselfsprekend.

Fifth:  A small brush.  Once or twice I've had to run from the house without being able to finish brushing my hair, so the little brush is lovely.

Then:  My sunglasses.  Lately I've had a harder and harder time with too much sunlight, so, even though they're scratched to moer and gone, I try to wear my lenses as often as possible outdoors.

After this I have my bright yellow emergency poncho.  Amma gave me this from the one or two spares she had.  It's come in handy at least once so far, so even though it's taking up space I keep in the bag.

Then we have my camping cutlery.  The knife and fork (and spoon, not pictured) all fold up like folding the blades.  The fork has a bottle/can opener in the back (sorry, can't show you - I can't get the bugger open.  No baked beans at work for me!)

The other natural item for me:  My ID book.  Hidden somewhere in the bag...  But if you dig for it Baby Cthulhu will eat your hand off.

I have a few spiritual item in the main compartment of the bag, too:  there's an Esbat working that I can't remember the purpose for, and two sets of prayer beads in case I like to fiddle and fidget or chant a bit (um, no, not out loud.  I'm not quite loopy enough for that!).

Currently, medicinally speaking, I have a tube of Medaspor and a few anti-allergy pills (I'm allergic to bee-stings).

Then we come to the pockets:  In order, I am in possession of five pens (two calligraphy pens in sizes 1.0 and 3.0, a blue company branded pen that writes in black ink, a cheapie blue-capped black ballpoint pen and my fountain pen) and Rolfes Twisters pencil; my MyCiti tap-card (in discreet handmade leather pouch); a 7g-sized tin of Zam-Buk; a tiny little weekly planner; a lucky bean and tiger's eye; my house keys with mini-handy-tool and hair-holdie thingies, and my access tag; and then my notebook, Vuss Puss and another hairband.

                                      

Fuq.

It's amazing how much shit a person collects in a bag at any given time.