The Reincarnated Bagmama

When the good news first came (F-I-N-A-L-L-Y), the bagmama could think of only one glaring problem, "Oh dear, the bag lady has got no bag."

Pretty lame, but it is a big problem.

For the bagmama really loves her bags. And there's no way she's going out there to town and buying just about any bag.

The bag forms part of the bagmama's life. Heck, it carries half her life in it at all times. The bag sticks close to her body, defines her being, and feels her warmth more than anything else.

The bag screams aloud, "ME".


It has really been torturous. The search for the bagmama's new companion.

No one would really understand.

So the search led to the surfacing of another less glaring problem: Fatmama has indeed turned fat and has got no decent clothes.

SIGH.

Fatmama has to think of another moniker.


So the signing of the credit card slip had been very painful.

One-stop shop.

I found a new love. I am so MUJI-fied.


The excitement's slowly creeping in.

More to come. :)