#Mumbag – Number 3

The City Slicker.

The more I look at this, the more I properly LOL… I think it’s because it is the TOTAL opposite of what I thought the owner might have inside her #Mumbag.

Imagine a glamorous redhead with red lipstick, immaculate clothes and a high-flying job in The City.

She has her gorgeous raven-haired babe in her pram and a Longchamp bag casually dangling from the handle.

And then this.


Owner: Clair

Age: 39

From: London via Liverpool

Children: 18 month old boy

Fact about Clair: She is currently working to build a sustainable talent pipeline of women in technology addressing the fact that only 17% of the tech workforce are females. (Nice one.)

Number of items in bag: I lost count at 60

My top 5 items in her #MumBag:

Sachet of ketchup (You can take the girl out of Liverpool…)
A froggy maraca
A chopped up and expired debit card
3 dummies. Her son ditched them at 5 months. He’s 18 months now.
5 different snacks and a bag of chocolate coins. Definitely not taking any chances or is it the universal mother’s panic of NOT HAVING ENOUGH FOOD for her child?

Can I see inside your #MumBag?

#Mumbag – Number 1


I have been reading Marie Kondo’s book Spark Joy which is about the art of tidying up. The crux is that you only ever have to tidy up using her method ONCE in your whole life. And from then on it’s just ‘putting away’ because everything has it’s place.

It is inspiring stuff for an indecisive sentimentalist like me and I like her (obsessive) thinking especially as we have always had a chair of doom in the bedroom and several corners of crap that multiply by the day. Poor, homeless items.

One of Kondo’s thoughts is that at the end of every day you should empty your handbag completely and thank it for all it’s hard work. Then put all the contents away in their correct places AND the bag itself for an overnight rest. She says this should take no more than 3 minutes.  You then put all the bits back in the bag in the morning.  I am pretty sure I would be locked out on the first day, phone-less and cash-less with an empty bag. But how rested that bag would be.

But it has made me think of the huge vessel I lug about daily and when it last had a rest. (No, I am not talking about my husband, though he wouldn’t turn down 40 winks.) 

Not since I bought it 9 months ago is the answer. 

It is a pineapple coated hold-all of gubbins; a lunchbox, medicine cabinet, shopping bag, nappy bag, fancy dress box, bin and bank and with all those jobs it should probably be asking for a raise or a part in Mary Poppins as her carpet bag’s body double.

So … To give it the respect it deserves and to see what is causing me to walk even more weirdly than usual, I have emptied it and photographed the evidence.

My 5 most surprising findings out of the 47 items in the bag (and my mother is my witness) are:

  1. A cone of magic reindeer food from early December 2015
  2. A piece of waffle – from lunch 2 days ago
  3. An antique book on childhood illnesses given to me by my stepmother with a post-it attached that says, “Never allow a blister of Spanish flies to be put on your child!”
  4. An Anna from Frozen Cloak
  5. A battery operated tea-light


As with all experiments, key learnings must be made:

  1. I am a disgusting creature
  2. My bag is tired
  3. I am tired of my bag
  4. I am tired
  5. I need a new home for all the things in my bag
  6. I need a new home

I think this maybe where Marie Kondo wants us to get to.

I am genuinely fascinated by this.  I want to see inside your Mum Bag. Can I?