EEEWW. Backpacks. I hate backpacks.
After spending an inexcusable amount of time hiding behind my ugly, heavy backpack during high school, I made a vow never to let a backpack hang off my body again.
This resolve lasted for 12 years. And then, I don't know what happened. I stopped being so all about rules? I read one too many style blogs that featured cute backpacks? I got a lobotomy?
I'm not really sure exactly what it was, but I crumbled. And I am so happy! Look at my new little friend: