i’m a crafty type. i love handmade objects. i think making something yourself gives it the kind of character and soul that you can’t buy.

and that’s why this bag is particularly special to me:

my mum made it nearly 30 years ago, to take with her to the hospital when she gave birth to me.

it’s been used in a lot of different contexts since then – on picnics, travels. my mum and oma even carried me around in it from time to time (there’s a photo of this somewhere but it can’t find it. i’ll post it when i do)! but it’s original purpose hasn’t been forgotten.

last week i asked mum if i could borrow it to use as my hospital bag. she said i could, but that it was very old, and the elastic had all perished, and it might not be very good. i told her that wasn’t the point.