Oversized bags are everywhere. Which is great for me, with the inexplicable amount of rubbish I carry round with me on a day-to-day basis. (Sandwich? Spare pair of leggings? Lonely Planet guide to Stratford-Upon-Avon, anyone?)
I have always been a huge fan of even huger handbags. Even as a school girl I used to pride myself on battling through the gates every morning with a half-satchel, half-briefcase creation (the Disney Store's Autumn collection, of course..) twice my own bodyweight. I can't help it, it's a life-long love.
Thankfully, I have now swapped chemistry textbooks for Clinique make-up, but my need for giant bags grows ever stronger. Which is why the current climate suits me down to the ground.
Rumour has it Katie Holmes uses her Hermes number to stick hubby Tom Cruise in when he starts bleating on about how we all started off from aliens (again). My needs are more simple; all I have is an assortment of notepads, diaries, hair mousse, mobile phones, Elton John CDs, Cadbury's Creme Eggs and back copies of Cosmo to ferry round.
My latest (not so) little treasure is from TJ Hughes, a genuine leather, chocolate brown shoulder bag so big it can hold a bottle of Blossom Hill, the complete works of Shakespeare and still leave room for an Ikea catalogue. I'm in love.
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