There are a few items that have proven their right-of-place to this minimalist's small space.
The bottle sling
This stretchy, over-the-shoulder bottle sling bag accompanies me on almost every outing. I bought it at the White Sands National Monument back when I lived in Alamogordo. So 10 years ago. Specifically, it is a Chico Bottle Sling (made from 100% recycled materials).
Not only do I put a bottle of water in it when I go out, but there's a roomy pocket where I usually insert a small bottle of sanitizer, a paper towel, and salt packets. These items cover three very important bases:
Sanitizer: Good not only for COVID-care, but for cleaning my hands after using a public toilet, which, if I'm wearing my bottle sling, is likely to be a porta-potty. Or a wilderpee.
Paper towel: Not only useful for its intended purpose, it also serves as ersatz toilet paper for the aforementioned porta-potty, where one frequently discovers the lack of toilet paper.
Salt packets: Getting something to eat when out and about, and not having salt to season it is a cruel bedevilment from the gods. (I've even written a poem about salt.)
Chico bottle sling. Bought at White Sands National Monument, New Mexico. Credit: Mzuriana. |
I also used it during my Lost Summer of 2021, when camping, to carry cleaning wipes to disinfect the toilet and sink surfaces. Trust me when I say I'm not a germphobe, but ... COVID.
Chico bottle sling. Buccaneer State Park, Louisiana. July 2021. Credit: Mzuriana. |
The folding table
Well, I've featured my folding table many times in the past decade+. It's my office, my dinner table, and my campsite work table. It's the table I bought for $6 at a friend's moving sale. It is exactly the right size and weight for my needs, and fits into my car beautifully.
My folding table. Lake Catherine State Park, Arkansas. October 2017. Credit: Mzuriana. |
Terry wristbands with zipper pocket
I originally bought a trio of terry wristbands for when I went dancing in South Louisiana.
Terry wristband with pocket. Credit: Amazon |
But after COVID hit, the wristband really shined for me. Instead of carrying a wallet and a purse to most activities (during the early-days lockdown) and shopping forays, I could just wear this, tucking in my driver's license, a credit card, and some cash. I use it almost daily now.
A beat-up ol' leather waist pack
Oh, how I am so ready to release this! I continuously look for a replacement, but thus far, like Goldilocks, I can only find ones that are too large or too small or too something else or not enough something else.
I did, actually, buy another one, but it's too bulky for my everyday wear.
So my unlovely, worn, black leather waist pack stays with me. I bought it at a thrift store, hell, probably close to 10 years ago. The damn thing. I don't love it at all, but I can't part with it.
It's just the right size to fit:
- Phone
- Camera
- Glasses
- Pen
It only has the one pocket. A zipper closure.
The wheeled tote
I bought this for a very specific purpose, not imagining just how multi-purposeful it would be. And it's goshdarn pretty, too. And it's insulated-ish and water-proof on the inside.
Blue floral, insulated, rolling market tote. Credit: Mzuriana |
I bought it especially for the Tucson Food Rescue program, the fruit-and-vegetable mecca I visited every week.
But then I put it use as an excellent weekend travel bag. Being wheeled and lightweight, with an exterior pocket - perfect!
Prius caRV camp bed and market tote. October 2019. Credit: Mzuriana. |
In Mobile, I use it every week to schlep my groceries up a short flight of stairs to my building, then the elevator, then to my apartment.
My caRV dining table
My steering wheel dining tray. August 2022. Credit: Mzuriana. |
I press this into service on every road trip for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Slides easily into the open crevice between my console and the front passenger seat when not in use.
It's especially good for dining al Prius on rainy days like this:
Some other posts on stuff
2010: Just Stuff (a sad story from when I prepared to go rootless)
2010: Progress Report: Stuff Divestment: Did I Make the Deadline? (On "guerilla stuff divestment" and "how interminably tedious it is to divest myself of the most mundane things")
2018: Ferguson, Missouri: Winding Down (nostalgic views of my rooted home)
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