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I love bags. Purses. Totes. Suitcases. I don’t know why, but I know ever since I was a child, the accoutrements for containing things has always been intriguing to me. Boxes, folders, satchels.  I study their construction, their materials, and their general aesthetic.

I think bags say a lot about a person. Their station. Their position. Their ability to care for something. Their taste (or lack thereof). But most importantly, if you want to know a lot about the person, crack the bag open and see what’s inside.

See, we can get all deep about this and talk about your bag reflects your inner working, etc., but it’s not that serious. What’s in your bag really reflects what’s important to you.

I change my bag every so often depending on what the occasion calls for, where I’m going, and what I need to carry. Some days I need my laptop, some days I don’t. Somedays call for books, some days don’t. Don’t even get me started about what is in my makeup kit. Geez. But there are things that I transfer from one bag to the next: my rosary from Rome, my Moleskine, my phone, a pen.

My bag today is a reflection of my work and creative life, I suppose. I won’t get into too much detail, but if I were to fall off the face of the earth for a time being, I think I’m good.

I’m going to throw this out to you all…what’s in your bag? And…while we’re at it, check this out: What’s In Your Bag?