After I gave birth, nothing changed. Most of my shopping were purely dedicated to the princess of our household, who at less than a year old, hasn't even worn some of her clothes 3x. My feet, to my dismay, seem to be permanently one size bigger. The only bag I proudly carry whenever I get to go out (except for the office, of course) is Andrea's baby bag. And clothes... well, several months after Andrea came out and I still haven't lost the weight (not that I'm really doing anything about it... I'm just hoping they will magically disappear one day... hello? Dra. Bello?) which pretty much kills my interest in clothes.
But slowly, I am noticing that I am beginning to regain my interest in myself. I started noticing clothes again and started buying them again... for me this time. And on a recent trip to the mall with my mom, my heart once again fluttered at the sight of a bag:

I missed that feeling! So of course, I bought the bag and my mom sorta kinda paid for it ;) She also got a red one with a ribbon on it, which reminds me of Hello Kitty so I'm calling it her "Hello Kitty" bag. And knowing my mom, that bag will soon be mine in a few months.
On another shopping trip with my aunt, my mom also got me another bag:
