Happy & Healthy

KIKI’S NEW BAG ADDICTION

How about a round of applause for all the women who are capable of leaving their front door with teeny tiny bags. Cause I suck at it. Minimalism? Not for me. City trip planned? I can’t survive it on just hand luggage.

By now, everyone in my surroundings is used to always having to wait for me at baggage claim. My friends have accepted the fact that I’m the friend they have to wait for at the end of the night to pick up my massive bag at cloakroom after a night out. And when I struggle to find my tag to reclaim my bag, shit is on. Insert panic mode now.

‘And then there they were… The Lipault bags from Paris’

Same thing happened today. I was asked to bring my workout clothes to the office (‘Kiki goes to the gym take 237.. and… action!’), laptop, flats for my feet which are going to need a break from my heels at the end of the day, a gigantic makeup bag, bottle of water, two sunglasses (even though the sun isn’t even out), my regular reading glasses, a parachute (I kid, I kid), chargers, headphones, disaster.

Call me a hoarder/materialist/crazy person, but really, I need my stuff to feel comfortable. My bag has to be big and firm to maintain my lifestyle. And look cheerful. Bright orange, blue, yellow, I love it. And then there they were… The Lipault bags from Paris. In soft, romantic shades of color. Totally retro and nice and big. Oh and guess what: they also have handbags with wheels, weekend- and makeup bags. I’m sold. This is love.