The Fashionista & Baby

Why does time pass by so quickly as you approach 40? All those years I spent as a young girl, anticipating and eagerly awaiting my time to turn, what some have deemed, the legal age of 18 (I really wanted to be a contestant on the Love Connection). No matter how fast I wanted 18 to come, it took its sweet time before finally bestowing its false gift of adulthood upon me. If I knew then what I know today, I would not have been so concerned about getting older; instead, I would have taken full advantage of my youthful years, relishing in the uninhibited freedom those precious years carried. Time is a precious commodity that you cannot get back once it has passed, and oh, man does it move swiftly. I honestly cannot tell you where the time went, especially when I look at how fast Mademoiselle is growing. Now a precocious two-year-old, Mademoiselle acts more like a teenager than a toddler. Just last night I caught Mademoiselle holding a small mirror in one hand while trying remove a patch of dry skin from her bottom lip with the other. A few minutes later, Mademoiselle went to the bathroom, put a little Vaseline on her index finger, and applied it to her tiny lips to soothe the dryness. It was the cutest thing to watch.

I think it is great that my little girl is becoming more self-sufficient. I love that she insists on carrying her own belongings in a purse or backpack, and since she is now toilet trained, alas, I am free from toting around a diaper bag. Like those years when I impatiently waited to turn 18, I could not wait for those days of carrying a stylish clutch or handbag to return. Surprisingly, now that the opportunity has come, I find myself with a rather perplexing dilemma, a purse conundrum so to speak. Perhaps it has a lot to do with the fact that I have not carried a purse in a little over two years. Oddly, I feel somewhat attached to the old diaper bag that does not match a single thing in my closet; I feel weird walking out of the house without it even when Mademoiselle is not with me. I forget the most important necessities when I attempt to carry a regular handbag, which often leaves me in a bind; yet I feel stupid with a diaper bag on my shoulder without a baby in my arms or in a stroller. Could my attachment to Mademoiselle’s diaper bag signify a harsh reality that I am unconsciously avoiding? What is the harsh reality I am avoiding? It is the reality that Mademoiselle is no longer a baby. I know I need to come to the realization that I cannot capture time in a bottle. Mademoiselle is growing up rather I like it or not.

Now I’m wondering what quick fix is going to rectify my current situation since facing the reality of my daughter growing up will not happen overnight. Maybe... Just maybe I need to feel the adrenaline rush of buying a super cute, fabulously funky new purse that will rekindle that old love that seems to have been lost. I need a clutch or tote that will reconnect all the fashion wires that have been disconnected by the chaotic parenting world of raising two boys and one fearless, wild girl child.

The Fashion Quick Fix 

My favorite accessory shop for unique accessory finds, Tres Jolie's Luxe Fur Clutch, pictured above. 

Tory Burch French Resin Clutch

 Lips Tote

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Tres Jolie's Gold Bracelets with Turquiose and Eye of the Tiger

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Tory Burch Kid Tunic