Hey Little Birdie!

I love this clutch! And honestly I am starting to think that a good clutch is totally the way to go for a mom with a toddler. That’s right, my little girl is solidly in the toddler column now. No longer a baby, or at least she doesn’t consider herself a baby. How do I know? Well, we’ve had several heart to heart conversations about such topics. No, you silly readers; she’s not even two yet! Sorry, that was my sarcastic tendency rearing its ugly face (I just used rear and face in the same sentence; not everyone can do that so seamlessly). Instead, I know this because Lyla now insists on yelling out “baby, baby” every time she sees one. I have to admit the first couple of times was jarring, mostly because I hadn’t stopped doing the exact same thing every time I saw her. But now I think it is sinking in for me… she isn’t a baby. Wow. Do you guys need a second to process the weight of that too? {long, thoughtful pause}

Okay, back to the clutch. I mean, clutches are perfect for throwing in to a diaper bag. Although honestly, one this cute should go in a ziploc bag for preservation and then carefully placed in to that one protective pocket within your otherwise war zone of a diaper bag. Then on the occassion that you are let out of your house without your diapered child, you simply take your adorable and equally handy clutch. I mean you don’t have to pack for the wilderness when you are out for dinner with your husband, right? So a clutch is a perfect size.

Problem solved. Buy the clutch. You’re welcome.

(Maric Fine Goods has so many incredible bags; you have to check it all out.)