It’s My Bag, Baby

I love bags. That’s me with the first bag I ever had–actually, it’s my mother’s but I pretty much absconded with it the moment I laid eyes on it. She never got it back.

I must say, I had good taste. Stylish, is it not? That bag would still be in style today! And, what about that cutie?? Yes, I think I was pretty cute myself.

I am two years old in this photo. I’m sitting on the sidewalk in front of our house.

You can’t see my two, older brothers sitting just outside the frame of the photo. They were probably wondering, “What the Hell! She’s obsessed with that friggin’ purse!” No, I don’t know what they were thinking, but they were eyeing me with intrigue.

The bag is almost as big as I am! That’s what I loved about it. It was big enough to put my whole world–at that time–into. My dolls, my doll’s clothes, my doll’s dishes, my dress-up clothes, my overnight clothes for staying at my grandma’s who lived only a short walk from our house, or for running away to that enchanted place I dreamed of.

My imagination went into that bag. Look at me examining how it’s put together! (I was dreaming about the day I would make my own bags and how they would fit together–another passion of mine.)

I love this kid! She could entertain herself all day with a big, stylish, black & white tote bag. I used to  dream about that bag. I wonder what ever happened to it. I’m sure I wore it out until it probably fell apart. But, it kept me occupied for hours while my brothers had each other to play with and my mom was busy doing her thing.

Was I lonely?  A lot of the time I was alone, but not really “lonely” . I was a very imaginative kid, a daydreamer who could create worlds out of a tote bag, or dress-up clothes, or records, or Colorforms.

Just as I could get lost in Colorforms, designing and creating with colorful, geometric shapes, or using my imagination playing with that big, bottomless magic bag, I am able to do today in a similar way with writing. I can get lost in it.

Creatives are like that. We don’t feel bad being alone, in fact we crave it. We need to ruminate, ponder, muse, get lost.

I’m still very much like that little tot in the photo there. Don’t get me wrong, I also love my friends, and socializing with like minded creatives, other entrepreneurs, artist-types, and, well, just cool, interesting people in general.

It’s good to get lost. Whatever that means for you.

Do it for a little while every day.

It’s what the doctor ordered.

Go play.

And, tell me how you get “lost” in your world.  What helps ideas bubble up and germinate for you?  Tell me in the comments below!

And, check out what catches my eye/imagination today on Pinterest.

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