the threads in her head

Today, a holiday. The family went over to my uncle's house to get stuff in preparation for my Germany trip. Big Luggage - check. Sweater, long-sleeved garments, outer jacket - check. Hat - (a pretty cute beanie)check. Gloves - check.

There were other goodies too, mainly in the form of bags galore. We returned with three bags, one messenger bag, one tote, one backpack. The backpack for use in Germany most probably (so I won't have to empty my schoolbag yea!); the tote bag taken because it was big and wow, hardly used; the messenger bag.. well, I like messenger bags, and um, um, the sis and bro stole the ones I have! (true!)

Point is, I got back home, and took a better look at how many bags I have, excluding all those huge haversacks and all. In particular, one bag.

Nature Society, Singapore, Project Painted Wings Tote Bag.

Boy was that bag cheap. And I could kick myself for not having bought more of them.

It is tattered and frayed now from heavy usage - my regular church bag it had been for a while, piled full of notes from morning lessons, a big chinese bible, an umbrella, two full water bottles at its heaviest.

But I can't bear to throw it away.

It is such a beautiful bag, bold in colour where its beautiful painted wings are indeed. Three gorgeous butterflies on each side, the perfect strap length to hang down from my shoulder somehow...

Can't nature society print more of these bags =( I love them so much, more than any bag really. It is probably the first bag I can't bear to throw - it was my first regular tote bag in a sense. I am a sentimental fool, but seriously, can't nature society print more of these bags.

For now, the bag is tucked away safely in this other big bag and tucked away in them bomb-shelter-storeroom (pray mommy won't find it, because she'll make me throw it away!)

Oh little bag, I hope you're loved as much wherever else you are.