Before Country Bebe (BCB) I was a handbag gal with a serious addiction. You know the type: shelves lined with bags all tucked up in their dust sleeves; each with an affectionate pet name – Melman the Mulberry, Pauline the Paul Smith… Or is that just me? With size 9/42 feet the ‘Imelda Marcos’ gene passed me by, but bags? Ding dong.
It hadn’t dawned on me that, with the advent of Country Bebe’s arrival, would come: the changing bag. The anti-Christ of the handbag-lovers’ wardrobe. Try carrying this in the crook of your arm:
Gah.
Editing a magazine in Notting Hill I’d discovered the adorable Pink Lining. While the bags are genius (there is a pocket for *everything*), and clearly made by mums, they were a bit too ‘mumsy’ for what I had in mind. Ditto the ubiquitous oil-skin Cath Kidston number that seems to swing from every Quinny/Bugaboo in West London.
Why can’t changing bags look like this? Sigh.
Then I discovered: Storksak, and a changing bag ignited my handbag obsession fire. Meet, The Elizabeth.
The woman in me loves the detailing, the silver hardware, the crook of the arm or cross body carrying options and the nod to spring’s Nude trend with the blush leather.
The mummy in me is unbelievably grateful for the well thought out internal *and* external pockets (no more rummaging for the mobile amidst 10,000 nappies). There is even an insulated bottle holder and changing mat built in.
Yes, it’s £195, and I am by no means a ‘designer mum’, but the best bit is that it fits my laptop perfectly so when Country Bebe is out of nappies it will live on. Chic-onomics in my book.
