Thank you so much for popping in!
Friday’s blog a private peek, right?
Well, this may be a little obscure, but I want to talk about something old and precious of mine:
my carpet bag.
It’s getting old now, a bit threadbare at the neck…
but it’s still so beautiful to touch, so soft and rich,
can you believe it’s 20 years old?
I remember that, because 20 years ago I came home to England from America with the kids.
Marriage over. Life in California over.
Back in Britain, and brassic.
I was pedalling my stamps everywhere I could, and I remember stalling out at the Kent County Fair one summer.
Not the best venue for stamps, but hey! Needs must.
Anyway, the bloke next to me was selling carpet bags.
I kept going and touching them.
People weren’t interested in my stamps at the County Fair anyway!
I loved the bright colours and the sumptuous feel.
This one was definitely the finest and most gorgeous one.
But it cost £95, and that was way too much money to be spending on a carpet bag! Or on anything not entirely essential at that point in time.
I remember doing battle in my head for 4 days about the price of the bag. Could I? No. Should I? No. Did I?
Answers on a postcard please!
I remember scratching together the money and even handing it over. I don’t know why it was such a big deal for me, but it was.
The power of hindsight is a great thing:
it was the best £95 I have ever spent!
This old bag has been all over the world with me.
About 7 years ago, I was over here in New Mexico, and the leather strap broke. Oh no!
So I took it to a cowboy shop and they sold me horses reins.
Ha! 7 years later, we’re still going strong.
When I first started on the telly a few years ago,
I had a similar moment with a Mulberry bag;
the stakes were just a lot higher!
Spent weeks weighing up the price versus the bag.
Yes, no. Yes, no.
Then we were walking through Covent Garden,
and there it was in the Shop window.
Way too much for a bag, but not if you use it almost every day!
So that’s my bag confession:
The Carpet and the Bayswater.
Two of my most prized possessions;
they go everywhere with me.
Both looking well loved.
That’s because they are.
Do you get me?
I mean, can you relate to my affection for 2 old bags?
One reminds me of hard times and keeps me grounded.
The other reminds me of hard times and keeps me grounded.
lots of love,