shopping for my inner child but in a *chic adult way*

Okay, I don't know what has possessed me, but the second that I turned 30, I have been approaching the way that I shop in such a different way. First of all, we're being way more intentional over here. But also, I am shopping as if I were shopping for five to seven year old me, but like in a chic adult way. Like everything that I've purchased lately, again, really intentionally because we're shopping for the gaps in our closet, I'm like, oh my god, she would have fucking loved that. Anyway, I was in Staud the other day and I saw this bag and I couldn't, I couldn't walk out the store without it because I literally giggled. I giggled when I saw it and I was like, wow, I think you must be mine and I need to show it to you. Oh my words. I don't have words for how fucking cute this is. Like are you, are you shitting me? Are you, look it has little, it has little, little fins. There's two. And then it opens up and like she's got room in there, okay? Like she, she's a roomy gal. The obsession that I have with this, like this is, I mean even with this outfit, like so cute, so chic. I could wear this as a wedding guest, I could wear it on a date night, I could wear it around the fucking house, I could wear it day to day. Like who knows, the possibilities are endless. I love a straw bag and I'm really happy that like everyone is really getting on board, not just for summer, but like straw in the winter, chic, okay? Same thing with winter whites, chic. Anyway, is this not the cutest fucking thing you've seen all year?