The gaping maw of Karrimor - Tactical Ninja
Sep. 13th, 2013
08:57 am - The gaping maw of Karrimor
So there's this thing going round where people post photos of the stuff they carry around with them. Most people so far seem to be those organised types that actually take things out of their bags when they get home, and so only really carry the stuff they've decided on for any given day.
I am not those people. I was brought up to consider contingencies, and this has led to carrying all sorts of crap I 'might need'. Also, I'm a bit absentminded so it's often easier for me to just have a thing in my bag all the time rather than try to remember to put stuff in on specific occasions. This is the result.
Here is a picture of my bag with my Kindle beside it for scale. It's a two-compartment, backpack style bag, aptly called a 'Karrimor'.
Now here are its contents:
1. Hat, scarf, gloves. Wellington's weather is unpredictable and has been known to drop 10 degrees in half an hour without warning. Folks who move away from here to more settled climates take a while to stop carrying a jacket wherever they go "just in case".
2. Reusable shopping bag (that black square-ish thing at the top left). I'm a tree hugger, what can I say?
3. Keys - house, car, swipe tags for work and the gym. Sheep key ring given to me by a student long ago.
4. Card wallet (black one), cash purse (garish swirly one). Separate because when I had them together I kept losing it and this way I only lose half my stuff if I do that.
5. Lighter. Holdover from being a smoker. Still goes, oddly enough.
6. Batteries for the camera I don't carry any more.
7. Shepherd's whistle, because you never know when you're going to need to pull out a good wolf whistle, right? Or maybe round up some sheep.
8. Comb, nail file, nail clippers, hair ties, dental floss. This is the extent of my personal grooming paraphernalia, since makeup isn't really a thing for me. If I didn't carry the nail stuff I'd chew my nails to the quick every time they got a catch.
9. Loyalty cards. Mostly fabric, craft and DIY shops. One grocery.
11. Moon cup, because even after 30 years, my period sometimes takes me by surprise.
12. Kindle. <3 Kindle, especially on the bus.
13. Random key that I don't know what it opens.
14. Tin of mints that doesn't have any mints in it but is a cool tin given to me by pombagira. It has a sheep on it, which is grinning maniacally.
15. 2 x flash drives. Not because I'm a filthy pirate... ok yes I am a filthy pirate. Like everyone else in New Zealand. Give us legit ways of paying for media, you knobs!
16. Lip balm x 2, because it's windy here.
17. Wrist wraps, ostensibly for doing handstands. More likely to be used in some first aid emergency one day, right? Right?
18. 2 x Moo card holders. One with the professional ones, one with the not-so-much ones. I couldn't fit everything I do on one card, ok?
19. Ball point pen and a sharpie. I used to have lots more pens but someone nicked them all. Sharpie is left over from the move and has now been taken out.
20. Eye liner pencil that I use for drawing Fereldan tattoos on my face for pictures. Left over from last photoshoot.
IT'S ALL COMPLETELY NECESSARY YOU GUYZ!
So while I was arranging this stuff, Dr Wheel was all "Do mine, do mine!" So I did. It provides something of a contrast. For a start I could fit his bag in the same picture. Also, his bag is way bigger than mine, but...
1. Old Spice deodorant. Look at your boyfriend. Now back at Dr Wheel..
2. Bag of peppermints. Sustenance!
3. Pen (stolen from me, I might add).
4. Hand cream.
5. Swiss army knife. For all your boyscouting needs.
6. Small silver jointed fish that is apparently a lucky travel fish.
He would also like to point out that sometimes he carries his wallet and keys in there as well. But still. WHY SUCH A BIG BAG, DR WHEEL?
Yesterday, while I was walking down Taranaki, a guy going the other way said "Hey!" So I turned, and he said "You look beautiful." I was all O.o and mumbled "Thank you" and stumbled on. I heard over my shoulder as I went, "I've noticed you before..."
I want to feel flattered and complimented. I was wearing my matrix raincoat with the hot pink lining, and because of the pink in my hair and (oh shit I'm that person!) pink top, I was a study in pink and black contrast. So I probably did look.. effective? I'm sure the guy meant to be nice, and if he'd stopped with the compliment I'd be fine with it. Yes, yes, what gives men the idea they have the right to comment on my appearance, I'm a person not a decoration etc etc, but I actually think that complimenting people in a genuine way is part of the grease that keeps the wheels of community turning, and isn't always coming from a place of privilege and patriarchy. Sometimes folks are just being nice, you know, and I'm happy to take that at face value.
But that last comment creeped me out just a little. Probably wasn't meant to, it was probably meant as a follow up nice thing to say, but what it did was make me uncomfortable enough so I took a different way to work today to avoid running into the guy again. I'm not afraid that he'll suddenly try to grab me or anything, but part of me fears he'd try to talk to me again, and then it'd be weird and awkward and I have no idea if I'm being paranoid or not, but I really wish he'd stopped after the first bit and let it rest at that.
The world's a pretty messed up place if someone being nice has me feeling like that eh? Or maybe it's just my head.