Chocolate Covered Yen

There is something to be said about digging through that one closet near the back of the house, apartment, or bungalow; it can be interesting. You know the closet I mean; the one where everything is stuffed away and long forgotten, left to cultivate into entities... Depicted above are just some of the items I found tucked away in old bags. The red things are ancient mints. The flashlight has a layer of goo, which I hope to be chocolate, splattered on its rim. The title speaks for the yen, again, I hope that substance was chocolate.

The desperation to find a satchel large enough to put a notebook in, but small enough not to look like a cumbersome goof stemmed from my laziness in buying or making a new purse/satchel for those times when I want to carry more than just my wallet. Why is it so hard to find a happy medium with such things? I don’t want something fluffy and pink, but I don’t want a huge bag that screams “IMA TOURIST, YAYE!”

Next week, I am going to start the project--sewing myself a new bag--that has been waiting patiently in my mind. I have an old skirt and pair of jeans that should suffice for the necessary fabric. I can only hope that the end product will look as good as the one in my head!

I will be gone for the next few days, and I am hoping that my muse is hiding, waiting for me there (hence the notebook and ravenous search for a suitable bag). I am happy to note that almost everything on that place was built in the 1920s/1930s, so Mr. Lovecraft, I will get to see what your world looked like—as long as architecture didn’t differ much between the northern states and southern states back then!