My briefcase is a rust hand crafted vintage gift from my mother. Or more truthfully a coveted acquisition on my part. As always. Unfortunately (or fortunately), it bears no brand name but I would investigate if required to. Its interior is divided in two sections, one slimmer than the other with a zipped purse in the larger one. It has a pen compartment that accommodates three pens next to a glossy transparent ID slot. It can be opened without its tiny key provided you didn’t lock it after clasping it shut. So here’s the briefcase tour.
It’s nothing fancy but my tablet makes it easy to squeeze in a copy of The Economist, my blog, a bunch of textbooks and manuscripts, as well as a couple of Kindle books by some three or four nondescript authors. It’s a modest Galaxy Tab A, victim of another of my dad’s impulse purchases. Mobile tech is not something I spend money on although it can be quite useful. It’s just not an investment at this point in my life, you know? But hey, my birthday is coming up in November if you know what I mean. At the moment, this goes everywhere with me.
The cutest manicure set that happens to match my briefcase. It’s always in my bag. Apparently you never know when you’ll need one of those. A nail file, a clipper, a cuticle pusher, buffing block, buffer and cuticle scissors. It’s compact and has everything you could randomly need when you’re on the go. I got this from a local market for hand-crafted goods in Milan. It sounds fancy, but it’s really not.
Call me old school but this rusty thing goes wherever I go. There are some things a digital memo won’t do. This one is a souvenir from a small enterprise. It boasts a calculator and calenders till year 2020, an agenda full of plans, a journal of ideas and thoughts scribbled in disorderly fashion. When I’m done with the pages I’ll add it to my collection of used up things – right next to my ex. Winks.
The book I’m currently reading is a classic by Daphne du Maurier, well known for the thriller novel Rebecca famous for its memorable opening line; ‘Last Night I Dreamt I Went to Manderly Again.’ Frenchman’s Creek is the kind of book you need to touch while reading, a tired dog-eared paperback that smells of mould and cigarettes and… the dry crusty fingers that flipped the pages before me. There’s a cat out of the bag; I happen to be a true romantic hiding behind all that Wonder Woman bravado.
This tiny purse is where I keep all those annoying coins you need in order to survive in the EU. It was a souvenir from my little sister’s trip to the European Commission which I accepted without much thought. So imagine my surprise when it turned out to be useful. I hate the impractical clang of coins and the way they get misplaced if you’re not paying attention. I haven’t used a wallet since it got stolen in December last year. I carry little amounts of cash with me and I have only a couple of cards. I don’t miss the rowdiness and inconvenience of coins in my purse. So if you’re like me these could be really helpful.
For convenience, I squeeze my hand cream into this travel size container. My Second To None powder also serves as a handy mirror. No, I don’t stare at my image all day, but I like to make sure I don’t look like the Joker after lunch. And on a day like today when I don’t have any facial make-up on, I really need a mascara to deliver some level of oomph.
I’m not sure what my Samsung hard drive is doing in my briefcase but it’s in there sure enough. It’s a 500 GB RAM that I use to back up the book I’m working on, less than serious self portraits (because the word ‘selfie’ is for Plebeians) as well as other top secret of the CIA kind important files. By that I mean Spongebob, Dragon Ball and of course Oggy and The Cockroaches episodes. I don’t know what to tell you.
There are a bunch of things I didn’t bother to break down such as a wrapper of Tuc crackers that’s been there for ages, a couple of receipts from the supermarket (you never know when you’ll need to get a refund on an unsatisfactory yoghurt), a red, blue, and a black pen, my ID card which you really don’t need to see for your own sake and a stack of sticky notes for bullet points while studying. Oh right! My shades too.