Okay let me set the scene – I have been looking for a banana shaped, long strapped, black bag for what feels like an eternity. Every bag available is either way too big or way too small so I have been on this whole Goldilocks trip looking for one that is just right. Well in the midst of my coloured tights and head band shopping extravaganza yesterday I spied the most perfect bag in the world. Medium sized with a lovely long strap I could wear across my body. No ugly over-embellishing or stupid metallic sheen. It didn’t even have one of those irritating bag charms (I am aware that they are removable but it doesn’t stop them from pissing me off) or weird stuck on bows. Just a simple design and the perfect size. The only issue was it’s colour. Yellow. Now I know I have been a total yellow fiend recently but that’s when we were talking about accessories that require less commitment than a bag.
I’m really not much of a bag girl. I like a large-ish bag that goes with everything, one that I don’t have to change too often. Could I cope with a yellow bag? Just as I was picking up the yellow bag for a closer look I realised that Mr Smaggle was about to call to meet me and I never hear my phone in my bag so I grabbed my phone and jammed it under my chin so my hands were free to look at the bag. Not five seconds after I did this I forgot my phone was under my chin and I raised my head to admire the way the perfect bag hugs my bum and my phone went crashing to the floor. As in every piece separated itself and went flying across the tiles in all directions. In the middle of my wee personal disaster I was delighted to see they also had the perfect bag in black. And for some strange reason I very calmly scooped up my phone and the perfect yellow bag and promptly went to the counter and bought it. And to be honest I am becoming rather fond of my little bag of sunshine.
My phone is pulverised and the screen will only work if I squeeze it first. And if you remember correctly I only bought the phone in March and spent hours decorating it Smaggle style. I guess people behave irrationally after they have experienced a loss. The moral to this sad tale? Life is too short to carry a black bag everyday.
Love Lady Smaggle
xxx