I have a confession to make: I love fanny packs. In fact, I still have a neon green one that I rocked in grade school, and I can't help but wish I was cool enough to wear it in a casual, ironic way. Don't get me wrong, I love purses. But sometimes I like to take a walk without being weighed down by a bag. And on the rare occasion that I go out dancing, I hate that my only options are to either wack people with my flailing purse, or go without it and just stash money and my ID in my bra. But I think my prayers have been answered (don't judge. If I want to engage in a spiritual prayer session about accessories, I will do just that):
Read More...