Baguette Me, Please

Give your back a break + get into this “it girl” staple

I thought my obsession started when I first laid eyes on Eda’s “Maria” bag, but come to think of it, it’s been a lifelong obsession. Beginning with a coveted childhood memory shared by my mom.

When my mama graduated high school, my daddy worked his tail off + saved his coins to buy her a Fendi baguette for her high school graduation. That’s black love right there! I’m also upset because the bag ( that should be mine) is nowhere to be found. Come to think of it, that may also be where my appreciation for gift-giving from significant others came from. Who knew reflecting on baguettes would also be a healing process?! Self reflective queen.