Before Country Bebe (BCB) I was a handbag gal with a serious addiction. You know the type: shelves lined with bags all tucked up in their dust sleeves; each with an affectionate pet name – Melman the Mulberry, Pauline the Paul Smith… Or is that just me? With size 9/42 feet the ‘Imelda Marcos’ gene passed me by, but bags? Ding dong.
It hadn’t dawned on me that, with the advent of Country Bebe’s arrival, would come: the changing bag. The anti-Christ of the handbag-lovers’ wardrobe. Try carrying this in the crook of your arm:
Editing a magazine in Notting Hill I’d discovered the adorable Pink Lining. While the bags are genius (there is a pocket for *everything*), and clearly made by mums, they were a bit too ‘mumsy’ for what I had in mind. Ditto the ubiquitous oil-skin Cath Kidston number that seems to swing from every Quinny/Bugaboo in West London.
The mummy in me is unbelievably grateful for the well thought out internal *and* external pockets (no more rummaging for the mobile amidst 10,000 nappies). There is even an insulated bottle holder and changing mat built in.
Yes, it’s £195, and I am by no means a ‘designer mum’, but the best bit is that it fits my laptop perfectly so when Country Bebe is out of nappies it will live on. Chic-onomics in my book.