Furlalicious 3.0

The day I buy a normal, black, simple bag has yet to come, in my opinion. Eventually, my eyes are always drawn to the hysterical colors. I don't know exactly what it is. I think it's in the genes, because my grandmother has a rule that we can wear anything to her funeral except black. I like that. Well, grandma, I can tell you: this is anything but black. May I introduce you to my newest Fräulein? (Yes, I call Furla bags that way, I sometimes wonder where it all went wrong with me. These are Fräulein 1 and Fräulein 2 by the way.) She is your favorite color. And made of the softest cowhide. Just from Duifhuizen, hop, into the shopping cart. And you might not say it, but a water bottle fits in it; my criterion for an ‘okay bag’ in everyday use. I've had her for about four days now and we've been playing outside for four days. I predict a good marriage, Fräulein. Until death do us part. But not in black, you understand that.