What’s In Mary Straton’s Bag?

Mary Straton from Olive You, Darling is guesting for me today! YAY!

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So excited to share a post idea with the darling Laurel of The Lovely Bee! Little does she know, but I have big plans for us to merge our blogs and become a powerhouse lifestyle duo. You people know you need us, right? Kidding…

Call it what you will – “purse,” “handbag,” or even “pocketbook” as my dad says – women have to carry their stuff around. And some men, too, I’ve noticed.

So, for the remainder of this post, let’s call it a “bag.” Stacy and Clinton say that, and I’d trust them with my life.

Let’s set the scene, shall we? We’ve all moved past being sixteen and carrying our keys (and now phones) around so that the rest of the world knows we are of driving age. I haven’t always loved a bag. Believe it or not, my mom described a younger version of me as “sporty natural.” I’m not sure what that means, but somehow I don’t see fancy bags fitting in with that label. But now that I’m a grown-up and mom to a toddler, a bag of appropriate size, shape and depth is of utmost importance. Why? Because you gotta have yo stuff.

So what’s in my bag?

First and foremost: hand sanitizer. Purell Advanced. The only kind I buy. All sanitizers are not created equal. You never know when you might have to go to a petting zoo or Chuck E Cheese.

CatHead vodka I Heart MS huggie. What do you call it? Koozie? Vernacular is fascinating to me.

Subscription renewal to one of my favorite mags, Delta Magazine. I don’t live there anymore, but sometimes I like to feel like I do.

“What’s that,” you say? “A Harry Potter magnet?” Yes, in all its glory. I got it for free after ordering a Harry Potter t-shirt to wear to the midnight showing of the final three movies. Yeah, I did.

iPhone charger. No explanation needed.

Pepto Bismol. No explanation needed.

Bag-o-lip supplies, containing no fewer than 14 lip cosmetics, ranging from fancy-pants brands to trusty drugstore faves.

Wadded up parking ticket. Take that, city government. (Ok, ok, I’ll pay it.)

Wallet (or “billfold” as my dad says. He’s full of old-school terminology). A microcosm of my bag, if you will, containing all the normal wallet stuff, plus a magazine tear-out of a redheaded Drew Barrymore in case I ever want to go down that road.

A few graham cracker goldfish. You know, just swimming around.

An apple. You know, just sitting there being boring and not M&Ms.

This was fun! And super boring to you readers, I would imagine! But what’s blogging without a little dose of hard reality now and then?

Thanks, Laurel for featuring me and my nerdy bag!

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Thanks MS!! Always love having ya here! I, for one, was very entertained by the findings in your bag… 😉 I know I’m not alone!

Thank y’all for stopping by! It means the world!