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 a...
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