I vividly remember my childhood babysitter calling me a bag lady. This was probably around the age of 4 and I don’t think she meant it in a good way, if there is one. I’m pretty sure she was referring to those old women that carry around plastic sacks full of crap. Whenever we would leave the house, I would want to pack a purse of my things before we left. Didn’t matter if we were going to the gas station, the grocery store, or the mall, I needed to have my things with me. I just wish I knew what I was adamant about bringing along. I obviously didn’t have keys, a wallet, a phone, or anything important. Oh, and by packing a “purse,” I mean plastic sacks… of crap. I think I did have a few cute bags (remember this post?), but I wasn’t picky with my knapsacks back then apparently.
It’s actually kind of bizarre as I think about all of this now because I’m still the exact same way. Well, minus the plastic grocery sack part. I’m quite picky with my totes nowadays. Maybe being a bag lady is genetic or maybe it’s a habit I’ve never grown out of. I can never be too prepared with stuff. Extra pair of shoes? Might need them. That notebook? Yeah, I might need to write something down. A magazine? I might find some downtime to read it. Those bottles of nail polish? Yes, I might go get a mani. 2 pairs of sunglasses? I mean, what if one breaks. 10 tubes of lipstick.? Never know what color you’ll need! 2 tubes of Chapstick, too, just in case. Hand sanitizer, gum, my iPhone, my wallet, my iPhone charger, my Mophie charger, my laptop, my laptop cord, my DSLR camera, my planner, an extra notebook, a collection of pens & markers (I like to use markers in my planner, sue me.), Starbucks napkins (always packin’ the Sbux brown naps), the list goes on and on and on and on. F*ck, guys, maybe I’m a hoarder. And in the words of Alan from The Hangover, “That’s how I’ve managed to stay single this whole time…”
Ask any of my friends that they’ll tell you, I basically look like I’m traveling out of the country whenever I meet up after work. Granted, I have to take my computer to work every day, but still. I usually end up getting packages at work and have to take those home. And then I might have my gym stuff, too. And then probably 100 other things I don’t actually need. See laundry list above. Before the days of iPhones and digital cameras, remember how parents and grandparents would take out their wallets to show off pictures of their babies? (My dad still does this, fyi.) Well at the rate I’m going, I will probably be the one that takes actual picture frames out of my bag to brag about my
Meet MZ Wallace. I first learned about MZ-Dub (that’s not a thing, just made that up) back when I worked at Nordstrom. I remember hearing how their bags were so lightweight and great for travel. Then one day when I was waiting for my green juice at Juice Generation, I noticed a super chic gym bag in the Equinox boutique. “MZ Wallace, I’ve heard of them!” Fast forward to Soul Cycle opening up their Soho location and I started walking by the MZ Wallace store on Crosby every single time I was on the way to spin class. “I need to get myself one of these quilted totes.”
Naturally, I gasped out loud when I saw the new plaid print. So, SO good. I’ve literally been carrying this bag everywhere. To work everyday, to the gym, on the weekends when I’m out running errands, and as my carryon for traveling. And just this SINGLE bag, too! I’ve gone from ‘bag lady’ to ‘just-carrying-this-one-chic-bag’ lady. #GameChanger
Check out my feature on the MZ Wallace website!
All photos taken by Hallie Wilson