Stuff Portrait Fridays
Your supplies
This is my scrapbooking/stamping closet. Daniel was nice enough to put up shelves in one of the closets in the guest room for my craft supplies. The bad thing is that this is ALL the space I get. As you can see, I'm approaching the limit of stuff I can accumulate. Looks like I'll have to make a big donation to someone very soon...
Your bag
I've had this bag since I was a third year medical student. I got it for a great price at the Kenneth Cole outlet in Massachusetts. In typical clutzy-me fashion, about a week after I got it, I ripped off one of the magnetic closure thingys by pulling it out of a locker. I love this bag because it has room for everything: it came with an umbrella with straps to keep it in place when you don't need it, a make-up bag, a wallet, a strap for your keys so they don't fall to the bottom, and a very roomy middle compartment.
Current contents include: iPod, iPod charger, instruction booklet for my new cell phone (who knows if I'll have a few minutes to look at it?), a spiral notebook for taking notes on the current surgical chapter I'm studying, a marble composition notebook that contains patient labels for all the surgeries I've done (we have to log them to prove we did enough stuff during training), notes and sheets on the current research project I'm working on, blank prescription pad, snacks, gas-x, ibuprofen, pens, umbrella (not used much since leaving New England).
I have regular purses as well, but I don't carry them to work. What's the point? So they come out with me on the weekends. Unless we're going to Disneyland. Then I put stuff in the man-bag (aka day pack). :-)
Your mailbox
This is our teeny-tiny mailbox. Well, I guess it wouldn't be so teeny if we didn't get so much junk mail. Seriously, over 60% of the mail we receive on a daily basis is thrown out before it makes it upstairs. So we basically can't go for more than a few days without getting the mail. Which doesn't sound like such a big deal, but we have to walk a long way to get to our mailbox. If we get busy and wait too long, our mailman gets pissed off at us and just shoves the mail in as hard as he can, which not only wrinkles the mail he's shoving in, but the mail that's in there already. Crammed and cram-ee.