I love BIG bags, actually don’t own small ones, realizing now, except clutches of course. Maybe it’s because I’m a tall girl (1,78) and look a lot taller when holding a small bag. As I’m writing this I remember my trip to Madrid with the boy and we saw this HUGE woman with a small backpack and it looked so weird the BF and I couldn’t stop laughing (not very nice, I know, sorry).
I found this one from Pieces in a moving box in the attic, while trying to create a bit of order in the chaos. I totally forgot about this one! It used to be my fave bag about five years ago. Everybody always laughed at me (yes, it happened to me too, so I could laugh about someone else too, justifying it a bit ;) ) when my phone rang and I had to find it in this sack or I had to find something else in it. Even though I’m sure it will happen again and will create some stress, I’m giving this one a second chance. Can’t wait to take her outside with me again and laugh with the others while my phone rings in this black hole.