With my first baby, I carried around a giant Winnie-the-Pooh bag, or sometimes that free black diaper bag we all get at the hospital. I hadn’t chosen either, and I didn’t much care. When kiddo number two came along I decided after Pooh had clearly gone on his last trip and the second black bag was worn through that perhaps I would get something I really loved. What I settled on was a beautiful white quilted diaper bag with tiny blue flowers and yellow here and there. It was feminine – much more so than anything else I own – but I loved it.This is for: Anyone crafty, anyone who likes timeless, classical pieces, and anyone who has a decorative chicken in their home.
You won’t like this if: You are not into the “country” style, you don’t understand why anyone would wear a hat on Easter, and the idea of knitting turns you sour.