K C Murdarasi

I think there is something lacking in me as a woman: I’m just not that excited by handbags.  It feels like this should be the normal way to be (I mean, who gets excited about backpacks or suitcases?) but I realise I’m unusual because my friends’ reactions are completely different.

Not only am I not interested in buying them myself, I find I can’t even admire the handbags my friends buy themselves (or persuade boyfriends to buy).  They just seem silly, especially the designer ones.  One friend of mind bought a bag for several hundred pounds which was larger than two carrier bags but had no compartments, so she could never find anything when she wanted it, and all her make-up got bashed around.  On top of that, it weighed as much as a small child even when it was empty, thanks to big metal studs, and was designed to be carried in the crook of the arm.  How can you comfortably carry anything that big and heavy in the crook of your arm?  I didn’t even think it looked nice.

Anyway, I will just have to live with the disability of handbag blindness, and it will save me lots of money even if it earns me lots of scorn.

What the world needs is more pop up cards.  And books.  I have done my bit by making a pop up card for my mum’s birthday (it’s ok, she doesn’t read my blog).  Whenever anyone sees a pop-up there’s that moment of “uah!” – surprise and delight.  I once saw a pop up book with a pop up microscope and a pop up record player.  You would have to be surgically attached to your cynicism not to find that impressive.

What the world also needs is traffic regulations for pedestrians, but of that more later…