Bags...

... are my weakness. Big bags, small bags, colourful bags, ugly bags, useful bags and not so useful bags. Whatever it is and as long as I like it/them: I've just got to have it!

Boyfriend sighs and mumbles something about "crazy women" and "why do you need so many?"I cannot answer the question to why I need to have so many. I really don't need more than a couple but...

I just can't help myself. They make me happy and they smell nice when they're new and just because a specific bag is fine one day doesn't mean it'll work the next day. It's all about mood - and outfit.

There are few things that can annoy me more than when I don't feel happy about a bag that I'm using and a girl in the same circle of friends has got one that's really nice and one that she seems happy - but not bothered - about. Highly annoying.

What is it that makes me/girls so nuts about bags? Is it some kind of primal need we've got? "If I have a nice bag/something to put all my stuff in, a big alpha male will provide for me?"

Is it our way of saying "See, I've got a nice bag and that means I will supply you with good offspring"? If so, has anyone ever met a guy who claims to have noticed a girl due to her handbag?! And in that case, has there ever been a girl who has pursued a relationship with above mentioned guy?

Perhaps I've led a life as a marsupial. It would be quite handy. Just shove the kid and everything else that's important in there and off you go if you get bored. And (!!!) you've got both hands free for whatever you need them for.

Perhaps that's what future will bring to us - built in bags - although at that point it will be forgotten that marsupials where way ahead of us and we'll take credit for such a revolutionary invention/accessory. God, aren't we just such egos?

How did get we get from bags to marsupials and futuristic accessories?? Well, that's what it's like to be a blonde philosopher: you never know what will pop up.

Right, I'm off to bed.