I think I may have mentioned on ye olde blog before that about once a week I go to Beverly Hills and work as a personal assistant for a few hours. I pay bills, return stuff to fancy schmancy stores like Saks, Bloomingdales & Neiman Marcus and do all sorts of other random tasks (sure I’ll give you a massage.) It’s crazy up there. I usually pass paparazzi parked on the streets (the Beckhams just moved in, incase you hadn’t heard) and a few weeks ago Britney was there looking at buying Rod Stewart’s home. Hilarious. Who are these people??? I digress. One Saturday a few weeks ago, I pulled into ‘the community’ if you will, and saw 2 of the sweetest little deer gallivanting across the grass. Deer are great, aren’t they? One of my most favorite purchases ever has a sweet little deer on it, too. 
Enter: my diper bag. You know the old question, ‘what came first, the chicken or the egg?’ or in my case, ‘what came first, the baby or the diaper bag?’ It was the diaper bag. I fell in love with it the second I saw it. I ponied up the cash and bought it (long gone are the days of 2 incomes and no kids.) And then well… I had the diaper bag. What am I supposed to do with a diaper bag? I tried passing it off as an ‘overnight bag’ to friends who just looked at me funny.
‘And the changing pad is for?????‘
‘Gee, Chris…. I do have the diaper bag after all. Don’t you think we should…ahem…um…you know….’ and we did.
Henry came along 10 months later. Good thing this diaper bag was there to welcome him home. That was 3 years ago. And this poor bag, it’s lost 2 of it’s felt flowers (which I have yet to make a replacement) and dare I say that I actually backed over it with the Honda Pilot?? Cripes. Don’t worry this bag isn’t going anywhere, but when that second baby comes along I think we’ll need a new one. Something about black tire marks on the inside somehow seems unsanitary. Call me crazy. And no. I’m not pregnant. But what I’m saying is, I think if I bought a new diaper bag, then our chances of becoming pregnant would dramatically increase. Right, Chris? Chris….
You know those people who look for baby stuff but aren’t even pregnant? That’s me. And really, it’s just diaper bags. I haven’t found another diaper bag in 3 years (as I was casually looking, of course) that I have liked even remotely as close as I love this bag. Until… da da da da!!! I found another diaper bag, from the same store in England that I bought this bag from. It’s so amazing. It’s another Oilily and I really only can justify the cost because they last so long. I’m saying this, like I’m buying it or something. See for yourself. Sigh. It even has another deer. And a ‘shroom. I love it. I’m going to go and cry in my nachos now.
xoxo
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