Never did I ever think I would be coveting a mini wicker picnic basket to carry whilst traipsing around the city in the middle of the summer, but I also never thought Brangelina would break up so I guess the moral of the story here is that my intuition royally sucks.
I’d always compartmentalized people who carried straw baskets instead of bags into two categories. One: grandmas living in a quaint town who use the baskets to carry flour and sarsaparilla (is that still a thing?) from the local convenience store. Two: annoying hipsters who used the baskets to house their dead flowers, pretentious French philosophy books that they can’t read, and organic kombucha. Of course they never actually read/drank any of the bag’s contents, but used them as props for an Instagram flatlay then went home to covertly watch episodes of Scandal.
But now? I’ve seen more straw bags in more configurations than I ever imagined. Straw clutches. Straw totes. Straw cross body bags. Literal straw baskets in a miniature size. This isn’t even taking place in a beachy Hamptons town —it’s happening in New York City, perhaps the least resort-y city in America.
It’s not just straw bags; straw hats are back with a vengeance, as well as an assortment of other ways to wear the material. I saw a straw belt the other day. Cult Gaia is even selling straw bangles —ok, they’re technically rattan, but I’m weaving that into the same category.
I’ve been hunting for a perfect little round straw cross-body I can wear with a dotted wrap dress à la every French girl stereotype you’ve ever seen. I’ve yet to find one I can afford (to paint a picture of my current financial state, I recently felt guilt ordering a $2.11 Starbucks coffee because I know I can make it at home fo free), but when I do, rest assured that I will share it here.
All images taken from my Pinterest.