I love handbags, I am crazy about them, I would forgo food for a good handbag. Everybody has a 'thing' and mine simply happens to be handbags. Big ones, small ones, madly expensive ones and el cheapos that you get at the flea market, grey ones hand crafted by old ladies at the old age home, shiny metally ones. I love handbags.
Well guess what? No, not that Guess, not as in the handbag...I now have a diaper bag. A red one, and it needs to double as my handbag. There is just no way in hell that I can manage a two (almost three!) year old, a two week old, a diaper bag and a handbag, something had to give and in this case, it was my poor almost new chunky Louis Vuiton bag. I miss it already...
The thing is, when you have a baby, some things are just not meant to be. At least this time around, I have managed to paint my nails (all of them, fingers and toes) twice, and I have worn make up on at least four separate occasions. With Liam and the severe pnd that I had, make up seemed superficial somehow, so I got around to regular make up and blow drying when Liam was about 4 months old and the good old anti-d's kicked in. This time I look like a human being, so I almost feel like a human being too if you get my drift. But sadly, the handbag is not featuring yet.
The thing is, with the chunky LV, I at least now that when Luka is about 6 months old, I will be able to ditch the red diaper bag (I will send it to school) and stick a bottle of milk, 2 nappies, some wet wipes and a bumcream in the LV and look good.
So dear handbags who feel neglected and abused, I have not forgotten about you dear friends, I think of you fondly every single day. I miss you like crazy, I just simply cannot give attention to my two kids (geez, who ever thought), my one husband, the cat, a pram and sending some work e-mails right now. I know you will understand and take me back one of these days. I will arrange a special get together for you guys, a glass of red (that I also miss) and maybe we can all meet up at the spa, I am just dying for a massage. Until then, please forgive me the fashion faux pas, remember, the red diaper bag is practical, not pretty. Hugs and kisses, N xxx
Well guess what? No, not that Guess, not as in the handbag...I now have a diaper bag. A red one, and it needs to double as my handbag. There is just no way in hell that I can manage a two (almost three!) year old, a two week old, a diaper bag and a handbag, something had to give and in this case, it was my poor almost new chunky Louis Vuiton bag. I miss it already...
The thing is, when you have a baby, some things are just not meant to be. At least this time around, I have managed to paint my nails (all of them, fingers and toes) twice, and I have worn make up on at least four separate occasions. With Liam and the severe pnd that I had, make up seemed superficial somehow, so I got around to regular make up and blow drying when Liam was about 4 months old and the good old anti-d's kicked in. This time I look like a human being, so I almost feel like a human being too if you get my drift. But sadly, the handbag is not featuring yet.
The thing is, with the chunky LV, I at least now that when Luka is about 6 months old, I will be able to ditch the red diaper bag (I will send it to school) and stick a bottle of milk, 2 nappies, some wet wipes and a bumcream in the LV and look good.
So dear handbags who feel neglected and abused, I have not forgotten about you dear friends, I think of you fondly every single day. I miss you like crazy, I just simply cannot give attention to my two kids (geez, who ever thought), my one husband, the cat, a pram and sending some work e-mails right now. I know you will understand and take me back one of these days. I will arrange a special get together for you guys, a glass of red (that I also miss) and maybe we can all meet up at the spa, I am just dying for a massage. Until then, please forgive me the fashion faux pas, remember, the red diaper bag is practical, not pretty. Hugs and kisses, N xxx
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