14 Comments posted by Kristi on Tuesday, May 30, 2006 at 9:21 AM
I am a total bag girl. I've loved bags of all shapes and sizes since about high school. And I have way too many. If I walk into a store, I'm immediately drawn to the bags like Paula Deen to a stick of butter.
The whole diaper bag concept has had me tied up in knots for awhile. On the one hand, I've heard from "been there, done that" moms that I'll need one that's durable and washable and able to carry around mass quantities of baby gear. But the ones I've seen in stores have done nothing for me. Yes, I know they're practical. Yes, I know that I'll probably count the time in days rather than weeks before the diaper bag receives some sort of stain of the baby waste variety.
But it's still a bag, my bag, afterall, and it needs to be stylish!
Which leads me to the bag I ordered, or rather, that a certain fabulous, wonderful, super cool blogger friend and real-life pal of my sister ordered for me, utilizing her store discount so instead of getting the bag for an arm and a leg, I snuck by with just giving the arm. Thanks, Leslie!
It's a Petunia Pickle Bottom bag, this one, to be exact. And there aren't words in the English language for me to describe how much I love it. Made of brocade on the outside, it comes with a foldout changing pad, and I can use it as a backpack, or sling it over my shoulder. And best of all, it doesn't look like what it is: a carrier of poo.
On Sunday, my aunt handed me a brown paper bag. Inside said bag from an Italian bakery she frequents, was this. The two-degrees-in-English/writer/editor in me will choose to look past the bad grammar, and just see this for what it is: pretty freakin' cute, and if Beastie is anything like me, pretty accurate as well.