I have visions of stolling down the Atlantic City boardwalk in a headscarf and Pucci, with Etienne Aigner thong sandals*...tote over my shoulder.
And at less than 25 smackeroos, I think this "future yummy mummy" can justify it amidst the diaper bags.
***In my short online search, I couldn't find the old school sandals I remember. The "equestrian" ones (at least that's how I remember them) I always used to borrow from my mom. And then I finally got my own pair, and I felt oh, so grown up.