Guy friends are always asking me what girls carry in their enormous handbags. It's something of an elusive mystery to pocket dwellers, though some of my dude friends have pretty schmancy totes of their own. But it begs the question, why must we carry the weight of the world in our Chanel bags? Theoretically I love purses. I mean, some are works of art in their own right. They can be gosh darn pretty to look at, all the while serving the purely utilitarian purpose of toting sh*t around. I mean who doesn't need to tote sh*t around? Stuffing War and Peace, or say an iPad in your pocket is so dang awkward. Yet, somehow in practice I'm less than stoked on handbags. If only because the idea of schleping around a bag laden with the kitchen sink makes me feel like a human pack mule, albeit stylish and constantly prepared. A necessary evil in NYC where you may need the kitchen sink. However, stuffing my pockets with iPhone-a-ma-jigs and lip balms and keys only serves to create more lumps than Lumpy Space Princess. Therefore this Loeffler Randall wallet-on-a-strap is my new go-to. Small and light enough to be barely-there, but with enough pockets to maximize organization and tote the essentials. First world problem solved!
