The Hip Sling

Perhaps my actions today came out of grief for missing my favorite San Francisco holiday (hey, who doesn't want to throw tortillas in the air at 7:30 am quickly followed by a seven mile walk amoungst middle age naked people?), I claim temporary insanity. This afternoon I purchased a hip sling.

The hip sling (or fashion pouch) is actually just a nice way to sugar coat the fact that I've jumped back into the 80s and will now be sporting a fanny pack. I have to apologize to my friend Jamie, as she purchased a lovely "hip sling" from our friends at Louis Vuitton a couple years ago. I did nothing but make fun of her purchase despite her insistance that it was not only fashionable but functional too!

Although my new hip accessory is far removed from the neon nylon cousin of years past (although neon is now back too! who would have figured) it still remains a pouch to rest on my behind. I did find proof that it's made an appearance on the runways recently, which makes me feel slightly more secure in my fashion risk. I'm also claiming the philosophy Jamie preached, it will be practical! In addition to having two hands free, being without a ginormous purse makes Nick carry his own cell phone, keys, and wallet... they were getting heavy.

If Carrie Bradshaw could wear it, I guess I will too (and I am secretly obsessed with this purchase!) Next up, overalls!