First it was big, big, and bigger. Now it is mini, nano, and to the point of challenging common sense. Hand bags, women's security blanket, have come full circle. I started with downsizing a few years ago after a near injury carrying a certain Alexander Wang number. It was a marvelous beast, thick skin, metallic studs, and weighed a ton - it was a rhino of a bag. Nothing hits you the way reality does, after dealing with the pain for a few days I finally gave up on the bag. My downsizing was surprisingly smooth, and with almost no anxiety. I thought I was going to feel naked, but my clothes did a pretty decent job on their own. Today I am proud to say if needed, I can ditch the whole entity all together and walk around free - like a man! I've always admired and envied men's minimalist approach. Everything goes into pockets. This also explains the increase in the number of cargo-like pants in the closet - yes I went there. While it is nice to be free of straps and buckles, I occasionally miss the added touch of a good bag. Here are some I am beginning to contemplate. They look like - dare I say it - fanny packs' more stylish cousins. There, I just crossed the boundaries of two forbidden territories of a fashionista: fanny pack and cargo pants. But the truth is these pouches strapped on a belt are very useful and appealing. I am particularly fond of the B-low version. Imagine attending a BBQ or visiting a museum. If you are a real dare devil, try going to the night club - maybe a neon version will do!