I am NOT, I repeat NOT a bag lady.....

Yet!!

Though it appears I have all the makings of one!

This need to store stuff in bags drives my husband crazy!

Maybe I have an actual medical condition... Maybe i'm on my way to becoming a hoarder.  You know, one of those people who have channel 5 TV shows made about them, and you watch it and you feel desperately sad that they have chosen to live in such a way.  When in fact it's not a choice, they probably do indeed have a form of OCD.
Either way, it drives Husband to distraction, but I can't help it!  He thinks it's mess, but i know it's my organised chaos!

 Some people have boxes or drawers, I have bags!
I have bags full of clothes that Boy 1 has grown out of that Boy 3 needs to grow in to!
I have bags of stuff heading for the charity shop.... It's just that I haven't quite found the time to get there!
I have bags of half made crafty items... It's not my fault i couldn't crochet the blanket for boy 3 quick enough, and now that he's arrived, haven't found the time (or the inclination!) to complete!
I have bags of Christmas and birthday presents. I like to be organised!
I have a bag of items that will be used as inflight entertainment for the children when we go on our family holiday in October!
And now that I have found myself deeply entwined in an addictive relationship with a local online mums buying/selling group, I have bags up on bags of baby clothes, baby items, clothes that don't fit, toys that are no longer played with (this list could go on!) awaiting collection.
I know at some point in my life there won't be bags... Right?  Because all the clothes will have been grown in to and out of!  The charity shop will have all it's items and all the Christmas and birthday presents will have been given...It's not like they happen all year round year after year! 

It's like my life has become an endless stock rotation of bags!!!!

My husband should have twigged this the very first holiday we went on.  Here he was, walking through Geneva Airport, as he'd done many times before as a bachelor... (The IMOL times... International Man Of Leisure)  with his neatly packed purpose made bags for this ski equipment and that ski equipment... and a bag that i had handed to him... You guessed it, a Carrier bag! A carrier bag with a few bananas, a couple of sandwiches and a drink or two.  Didn't I already say I like to be organised.  In his mind....mess. In my mind it was a thoughtfully packed lunch,saving us about 100E which could all be then neatly put back in to the bag and then discarded! Only flaw in that plan was that it was about 9am and no where near lunch time!

I returned a top today to Next.  It had been sitting in a bag by the door for long enough and had had too many disapproving glares form the husband not to address the situation!
Top returned, and the customer service lady said ... "shall I throw this bag away for you?"
"oh Yes please" i replied in a hesitant manner, because for about 5 seconds my brain went in to lock down, going over all the countless uses i could find for it and wanting to snatch it back and put it to good use. In my House. Hanging off a hook, stashed away in a cupboard, nook or cranny.

They say the first step in addressing a problem is admitting you have a problem...

I am NOT a bag lady! Yet!