my first purse was a MEC pouch filled with lip smackers, a nokia face plate phone, chup a chup lollies, adorned with baby pink and yellow plastic hair clips. sounds familiar? never worn to the front, as i matured snapped around the shoulder, and bettered with age. i later fell victim to the ubiquitous gucci belt bag- an era i’d prefer not to revisit- is that all this is? the not so logo’d paired down rendition speaks both to my youth and exercises my functionality fancy. perhaps keep the essentials around the waist and carry a tote filled with less urgent items- or simply go hands free and treat yourself to a day of freedom.