I haven't always been a fan of big bags. Once upon a time I thought they were horrid, sloppy, and otherwise unladylike, preferring instead to ration my daily essentials and shoehorn them into purses the size of postage stamps. I still like postage stamp purses. But these days I stash them inside the capacious carryalls haphazardly shown here.
Unlike in my bow collage post, I've taken care to hide the yucky carpet with the tried-and-true tablecloth left over from my craft fair days. Just one more example of better living through polka dots.