She sings, she dances, she covers the world in glitter. But what’s in the bag? The most glamorous woman I know has let me have a sneaky peek …
Kids: Heidi, 9 and Marley, 7.
Mark your #Mumbag out of 10 for the following:
Entertainment: 2. It would have been higher yesterday, as Marley’s Plop Trumps cards were in there.
Food: 3. Special K bars are against my religion, but weirdly my kids love them, so I’m always armed for after school snack attacks. If you’d asked me to do this last Thursday it would have been a 9, as my handbag was crammed with deli meats. No lie.
Drugs: 2. But it is a school night.
Clothing: Minus 10. I’m disgusted that there is one used stocking in my handbag ready for a wash after Saturday night’s gig at Henley regatta. I’m left to wonder where the other one is.
Skank: 10. See above.
Nice things for me: Well, there is a fair amount of vanity packed into this little space. So I rate it an 8. And I genuinely don’t always carry glitter in my bag. I promise. That really was just a fluke chucked in there instead of my work bag after a job yesterday.
Comedy item: Heidi and Marley’s 2 used ice cream spoons that somehow came home from Barcelona with us a week and a half ago. Again, if only the Plop Trumps were still in.
What are your proudest of? The business cards. I feel so flipping lucky to do the jobs I do.
Describe your bag: I wish it was showgirl-chic, but it’s more dirty-stocking-scuzz.
Can I see inside your #Mumbag?