For someone who has been telling you to forgo your handbag and instead settle on a tiny feckless clutch, this is going to sound hypocritical. Like, damn gurl, are you kidding me, I just spent all my dollars on a seashell shaped box that couldn’t even harbor a ticket stub if it wanted to hypocritical. Why? Because next up in The Unusual Hankerings of One Leandra Medine: I tote-ally want to carry totes-only.
It all began when I started bringing my laptop to and from work daily. I would use linen tote bags handed out as shopping bags at stores like Blk Dnm and Isabel Marant. They were comfortable and roomy and large and unassuming and I suppose what transpired next is what happens with all gateway drugs. I wanted a bigger one. A better one. Made from leather. I suppose it could be regarded as a point of victory that I was simply jonesing for leather as opposed to, say, heroin but whatever.
So, I’ve been combing the Internets looking for a neat tote that will probably make me look just a little bit like my Jewish Bible teacher from high school (for a more accurate visual reference, I will just say that she drank hot coffee from a straw and carried around graded papers for days before she would give them back to us, presumably because they kept her bag fuller) because I am back in the state of mind that suggests you should always have ALL your belongings on you.
I want it to be quiet but elegant and not at all emblematic of any one fashion house. I want to know that if ever a fire should erupt in my home, or I should go into early labor when I am pregnant and shit, the bag will be ready for me, belongings in tow, to flee.
As of right now, I have found love in a place called Rochas but that love comes at no small cost, so, it’s back to the drawing board. Unless, of course, you have a suggestion.