Let me count the ways:

Somehow, you work with every outfit. My blues and greys and blacks come alive, my purples pop, my whites dazzle, my reds sizzle, even my pinks sit up and take notice.

You make passers-by smile, just to see you.

On a rainy day, you're my sunshine. On a sunny day, you blend sweetly into the background.

When it's cold, you make me feel as if it's warm. Or will be, soon.

You are cross-body, so appeal to my practical side.

You were inexpensive, so I get to boast about my shopping savvy on the many occasions when people compliment you.

You let me wear a colour I love but can't put next to my face.

And you make me want to go out and find you some playmates. What kind of shoes would you like? So far, you LOVE my Doc Saras and my red flats. You're flirting with my olive Fluevogs. You're not too sure about my burgundy patent heels, but after all, they're night owls and you are a lark, so that's okay. You tolerate my taupe Reports and will probably feel the same about metallic sandals, but you're super excited about any potential rain boots.

In short, you are turning me into a veritable bag lady. ME, who prior to YLF carried one boring black bag all. the. time. and wore it with everything.

The only trouble with buying you some bag cousins? I won't get to play with YOU so often!!

with love,

Suz