My darling PILL requests that we show our purses and briefcases this week.
I believe the Tuvalan term ‘purse’ translates to what we in Australia call ‘handbag’.
(Here, show me your purse would result in me whipping out my wallet with a bemused expression).
Herewith, my work briefcase.
Simple black leather with a silver buckle.
Almost fits the huge agenda papers for the three-hour meetings I attend as part of my work as a very important (ahem) person at an institute of higher education. Ha.
And my everyday bag.
I am not quite one hundred percent sure it’s me, but a friend made it for me, and it’s big enough to hold all the junk I tote about with me, so it has survived.
I am actually on a perpetual hunt for the perfect, large-enough-but-not-too-gargantuan, black leather tote.
I have been on this mission for many years now.
I have never ever succeeded.
Note: several people have asked [Steiner/wool/gecko] questions lately. As Blogger won’t let me reply directly by email, I am going to answer all questions in the comments sections from now on. So, if you leave a question for me, please do return later and check the comments section of that relevant post. Clear as mud? Okay? Okay.
(I hope nobody takes offence at this, cos really I do love and appreciate you all, you know. With the exception of those stalky axe-murderer types of course. It’s just that my computer time is necessarily limited, plus I suffer under the martyrdom known as ‘dial up internet’.)