Confession time. Before I was a mom, handbags were my downfall. I loved the clutches, and I'd like to think the clutches loved me. I don't even know what that means. Clutches love me? Focus, Tara.
Right, clutches, back in the day. I would have sooooo swooned over this fun little number.
Sadly, now, I look at it and think, hm, maybe I could fit a diaper and some wipes and maybe one toy, but hm, what about a bib, and ... a spoon and some food and ... a cracker? Nah, better just take the diaper bag. (Don't even get me started on the diaper bags...)
Maybe someday I'll be able to enjoy the freedom of clutches again, but by then will I be too old to carry a pop culture clutch made of recycled magazines?
In the meantime, I hope you can, and do enjoy.
I spotted this one at Nimli for $39.50.
Urth Bags Madison.
And actually ... if I really needed to stash a diaper or two, I could opt for the Urth Bags Angelina. If only it came with Mr. Pitt ...
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