freddie holdall in blue by ally capellino
OK, this is embarrassing, but I am not done yet with my birthday list. I am a far, far grabbier person than that. (The word 'grabbier' has just gotten a wiggly red line, so apparently it's not a real word - although that doesn't mean it's not the right word. Think about THAT, The Man.)
Alrighty, then - another wiggle! - what do we have here? Luggage, that's what. Ever since I spilt a bottle of water in my weekend bag and soaked all my clothes, my weekend bag has grown mould. Ew, yucky. So, by my reckoning, I actually need this, at least more than I need any of the other stuff.
I dismissed Mulberry (too fancy - I'd be terrified of scuffing it) and Barbour (pretty cool, but sold out everywhere, so there must be hundreds of people jetsetting about with them and I might get mine confused with someone else's, maybe a Russian spy and it would be a whole world of pain that I don't need when I'm going on holiday of all things) and I also ditched all the safe, but dull options (safe yes, but dull).
I've admired Ally Capellino's bags from afar and been searching for any excuse to buy one of them. This Freddie holdall might just be Mr Freddie 'Lucky' Holdall if it gets to come on holiday with me! (oh no, that came out all wrong.)
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