Good things come in a bag.
Think of sweets; think of Santa’s sack; think of crisps. (Except, that is, for the crisps my Nanna once offered me, which were in a paper bag that emerged after having spent some considerable time in her handbag. Those were not good at all.)
I always love a good rummage through a bag. Boxes are good too, but bags… well, they hide their contents better.
This can be annoying when you’re searching for your keys, but when you are rummaging amongst charity shop stock it is definitely A Good Thing.
It means there could be stuff hidden at the bottom of a bag that other, less committed rummagers are unlikely to have ferreted out before you got there.
My local charity shop, the one I have mentioned before, often leaves stuff in bags. Or, as in yesterday’s case, sometimes they put lots of little things into a bag together, I guess to make it worthwhile buying them.
I refrained from sorting through the contents of the small bag I bought from there yesterday whilst in the shop, because I could see at a cursory glance that it contained goodies more than worth the price tag.
That, and I’ve always been a bit of a one for the pleasures of delayed gratification.
It was worth the wait.
Tiny trims galore spilled out as I upended said bag on the table at home.
Little flowers, the sort you used to find on childhood undies…
A skein of lace, still with it’s factory printed label (with the old pre-1995 Nottingham telephone dialling code) from the days when Nottingham still made lace…
A length of nylon frill, which reminds me of the front of a shirt that my Dad wore to a “posh” do sometime in the mid-1970s…More little flowers…And some lengths of brownish trims, of which this is the nicest…Yes, mixed bags are definitely A Good Thing.
But they don’t call them “mixed bags” for nothing.
There’s usually something in the mix you’d rather there wasn’t.
Nothing smelly, squishy, dead, dirty or disgusting in this case (thank heavens!)
But I’m not quite sure about this…
And here’s another thing I would not have chosen for it’s own sake…
That jewel is very plasticky indeed. Perhaps it fell off a little girl’s fairy wand. I bet it originated in China.
So there it is: the good, the bag, and the ugly.
What’s the best – or worst – thing you’ve ever found lurking at the bottom of a bag? ♥