Assemble the penis straws, people. Last night I unpacked from Christmas in Minnesota only to pack it all
up again. Next stop, Chicago, for a bridal shower/bachelorette and New Year’s
Eve festivities. The wardrobe editing is well underway, of course, in order to
ensure suitcase space efficiency without neglecting backup options. Such is a
girl’s life. I normally arrive in the Windy City with an overstuffed
tote breaking my arm (and obviously annoyance at the expensive Illinois tolls).
What I need is a chic backpack to prevent the embarrassing busting-bag episode
– it’ll carry more than most purses and distribute the weight of a hefty
weekender. Reminiscent of high school, backpacks have an up-for-anything
attitude and innocent cuteness, while rich materials and fine details demand
grown-up respect. You get extra room for night-out jewelry, touch-up cosmetics,
gifts for the bride-to-be – all with the hands-free convenience needed when
bouncing from the suburbs to the city (and everywhere in between). Follow me on
instagram
for a peek inside Saturday night’s shenanigans. Karaoke included.
images via pinterest
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