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Because One Can Never Have Enough Black Bags…

I’m obsessed with building my bag collection because a few months ago I decided to sell/giveaway almost all my bags. Now, I’m starting anew with black bags. I also think I’m getting obsessed with black bags.

kashieca black bag, by bitsandtreats
Kashieca Black Bag

I went inside Kashieca Greenbelt one Sunday afternoon and saw this bag. I wanted to buy it but I was having doubts. You know me, I can be pretty cheap at times. The bag costs Php998. Then the SA said that it’s the last one and that they only have one per color delivered to each branch. I don’t know if that’s true or not but that was the push I needed. I immediately bought the bag and used my Bench Loyalty points so I got a Php200 discount = Php798. Yay!

This bag fits everything! It fits Coco too and all her accessories. There are also several compartments inside so I don’t lose things. I tried using my Beabi bag organizer but I just suck at it. I feel it makes my bag heavier. Whatever, my bag is always heavy anyway.

I got this other bag from SM:

SM quilted bag, by bitsandtreats
Quilted SM Bag

I wanted a weekend bag that’s small and light but not too casual looking. I wanted something that I can take with me to work, etc. This is perfect. Cheap too at Php500. It fits my wallet, my card holder, facial tissues, makeup kit, etc. And it’s quite sturdy.

I’m eyeing a few Coach bags next but there are just too many things on my shopping list that I don’t know which ones to buy first! Plus, MB’s birthday is coming up and I’m planning to give him something special. Decisions, decisions…
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  1. KittenOctober 15, 2010 at 8:53 PM

    Definitely love the second bag, parang I like rin, nice that it's cheap too.

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