Drifting off to sleep last night I started to recall when my Nan (pictured above with my Grandad in the 1930's) used to give me a peak at the contents of her hand bag. As a young girl it was fascinating to me to see the various items that she pulled out:
- Smelling salts
- Ladies handkerchief with embroidery in one corner
- 2 lipsticks - one orange/red and one pink/red
- Face powder compact with pressed powder and mirror
- Small container of Bourjois rouge powder blush
- Rain hat
- Emergency sewing kit
- Scented cachous to sweeten the breath
- Nail clippers
- Emery board
- Nail polish
- Orange wood nail stick (for pushing back the cuticles)
I notice that all her products are connected with self care, grooming and appearance. People of a certain era used to take pride in their appearance. They were presentable without being self absorbed about how they looked. People used to sew on buttons, turn up hems and polish shoes.
My Nan was born in 1912 and lived through two World wars. She came from a generation who truly knew the meaning of hardship. Younger generations could learn a lot from such people. They had to face daily problems head on, cope in a crisis and just get on with it. They didn't have a choice.