Admit it, most of us are sticky beaks. In fact, if there was an award for the biggest sticky beak in the history of mankind, I nominate myself (And I expect you to second my nomination). This is why posts like Tine’s What’s In My Bag bring me a A LOT of pleasure. She’d tell you that whenever we meet up, we spend a few sick moments rummaging through each others’ bags to see what’s in there, what’s new, what’s pretty, what we can borrow/steal off each other. It’s a sick guilty pleasure fun that makes me look forward to meeting up with her. Well, her company is good too. And not to mention how amused I get each time she gets a little high from half a glass of wine.
So, on to my version of this.
I love my bags and I switch my bags often. It so happens I was dressed in wool sweater with skinny pants tucked into boots. I didn’t think a ladylike bag was apt so I switched it out to a slightly casual but equally yummylicious bag.
I’ve got the Hermes Jypsiere 28 in black Clémence bull calf (or Noir as the tax invoice indicated) with palladium hardware. The Clémence leather is soft to touch and it’s just gotten softer over time with gentle and loving use. The grains on the leather is a little coarse compared to other leathers but they too fade gently over time. It’s one of those bags that get more beautiful over time. To be perfectly honest, a black bag is a dime a dozen and it wasn’t my first choice for a Jypsiere. But given the slight casual feel to the bag, my sense of practicality kicked in. A black bag means I can be a little less careful with it.
I first saw and played with it in the Hermes boutique in Melbourne (please ask for Jacques. He’s the master with scarves and he just GETS me when I say a particular scarf just isn’t me) but it was the 34 on display and I felt dwarfed by it. We agreed the bag was wearing me and I handed it back regretfully. So, when the chance of a 28 came along in Munich, I grabbed it. It worked out quite well because given the strong Australian dollar (then!) and the generally lower prices of luxury items in Europe, I caved. The added bonus of VAT returns as a traveller also sealed the sweet deal.
A more casual look with the flap tucked in and straps secured
In my bag, I don’t have anything very interesting.
- A very battered Dior cannage wallet in aubergine patent. I don’t even hook the charms onto the wallet anymore!
- Hand sanitiser from Aesop. It’s citrusy and is very uplifting and cheerful
- An equally battered card holder holding my MyKi travel card
- Tom Ford lipstick in Cherry Lush. I seem to be using this exclusively
- Guerlain Parurede Nuit Pressed Powder for touchups
- Decanted L’Occitane Shea Butter hand cream
- Hello Kitty (of course!) tissue holder
- Brush to tame my Simba mane
- Noise-cancelling earphones to tune out noisy cubicle-mates. Perils of an open plan office
- A small pouch of emergency medication
- Spare Samsung Galaxy SII battery
- Car keys with the requisite memory stick and oh! That’s where my Dior charms went to
- Another battered item: Old Tiffany & Co. jewelry pouch. I remove all my rings whenever I apply hand cream. This little pouch holds the rings securely in my bag while I work the hand cream in.
You’ll notice my trusty phone is out of sight. That’s because I usually keep it in the pocket of my coat for ease of access!
I actually carted my iPad along that day. But I didn’t want to overstuff the bag so I simply carried it in my hands.
Whatcha think? I’m not guilty of carting along my kitchen sink, at least. It’s the bare minimal of what I usually carry when I head out for a quick bite at my favourite beer garden. (Which incidentally rendered me an invalid today. Long and grotesque story I won’t bore you with!)