There was a conversation, and a side discussion cropped up, as they do, about my perennial joke that I am a hobbit. I'm short, and I have big feet for my stature.
I'm not kidding about the feet, the First Reader and I can share boots, as we wear the same size in shoes.
But what made me laugh was the comment, after I shared my whimsical rendition of myself as a hobbit, of 'I knew those were fantasy clothes because they have pockets on women's clothing.'
All the pockets!
I can always use more pockets. Problem is, if I had all those pockets, I'd fill them up with stuff. Pretty rocks, shells, a small bright green frog... Whatever that thing is.
Anything too large to go in a pocket I'll have to sketch, so pockets for a sketchbook, pencils, maybe a watercolor kit. Oh, and of course knives for sharpening pencils or cutting off a bit of string - crucial stuff, string.
Mustn't forget a pocket lens, to inspect the tiny things even more closely before putting them in a small tin to keep them from being crushed in a pocket. Should be a pocket for an apple, and a squashed sandwich or cookie, to sustain me on my rambles. Oh look, there's a feather...
Ah, yes, that's why I shouldn't have all the pockets. I've got to be able to move! I mean, I can always carry a bag, and do. What's in my pockets is usually the minimum. But still. A lot of pockets would be nice when I'm out rambling in the woods. Like the vest I have for carrying camera lenses. Sigh