Staples.

The proper name is staples. It is the stuff that fills my handbag of a morning not when I begin my day but a bit after that, the essentials, flotsam is how my mind thinks of it. Complete misuse of the word- floating debris of a ship, not-so-much. More the nitty-gritty items that I utilise throughout my workday. The polar airconditioned environment of the cave in which I work, demands both the cardigan (thank you Mr. Roger's for teaching me at a very young age what an essential item the cardigan truely is) and the multiples of lip coverage. One day I will end up lip-less, due to a society where it is acceptable behavior to set the air-con to arctic degrees - THE HIDDEN DANGERS OF WORKING WITH THE MENOPAUSAL. Yet another thesis potential.