When I was a kid, I borrowed What the Witch Left by Ruth Chew from the school library at least a dozen times. I loved that book.
Today I don't recall the plot, but one of the magical items in the story still sparks my imagination. It was a plain metal box that appeared empty until something was lost. And when all hope of finding the item was gone, it would appear in the box.
I wanted that box. At the time, my life was consumed by misplaced library books or missing mittens. And I felt I needed a little supernatural help. I am now a bit more organized, and I don't lose quite so many things. But when I do, I now have a seemingly magical spot where they turn up--my WAHM travel bag.
That's what I call the old canvas bag I keep stocked with a few office supplies, magazines and lots of stuff to do when I'm out and about, hoping to multitask while waiting in the doctor's office, at piano lessons, etc.
Frequently, I unthinkingly throw something in the bag expecting to work on a task. However, if I never get to the task, I forget about it entirely, and the item is lost. But finally I have learned to check the bag first when something goes missing. And whenever a lost notebook or magazine turns up inside the bag, it feels like magic.