I have never been someone to carry around a bag. I just hated the fact that I had to lug around something all the time so I used to take a much simpler approach and store my phone and my money (the essentials) in my pockets, or the left cup of my bra (but only in the unlikely event that my outfit did not feature pockets).
Despite my mum's nagging I saw no use for a handbag, until one disastrous day when I was in a rush and had run to the toilet. As soon as I went to sit down my phone decided to take a dive, causing irreversible water damage and another three shifts at work before I could afford a new phone.
So for Christmas I bought myself a bag. I spent a whole day scouting out the perfect one, something in leather, something just big enough for uni - but also not too big - something minimalist and simple, and suddenly, just behind the shoulder of the sales assistant I was casually flirting with, there it was! My attention was immediately redirected and five minutes later I had my new bag. It was quickly wrapped with a card signed "To A, With Love, From A xx" and placed under the tree.
On Christmas morning I unwrapped it with delight and I haven't gone bagless since.
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