That's what you'd have to be insisting to all your friends if you were sporting this little number. While picking out Jordan's sporran, we ran across this fashion faux pas masquerading as a "sport sporran."
"Sport sporran? That sounds nice," I said upon hearing the name but before viewing the goods. Then I saw it.
Don't pee on my leg and tell me it's raining. I was born in '84. That is a fanny pack! When I looked more closely at the description on the website, they billed it as such apparently as a selling point. Jordan and I had a little walk down memory lane thinking of our own multicolored fanny packs, which were what we had to wear on family trips, like when my parents took me to Disney World and when Jordan's took him to Colonial Williamsburg. I wore mine everywhere, but I can't remember what I put in it. Probably rocks or a Barbie. I remember going to work with my dad one day and him telling me "Now don't call it a fanny pack in front of anyone. It's a hip sack." My mom even tried to make me wear one on a high school trip to Six Flags, convinced it was the only safe way to store money and personal items while riding rollercoasters. But thankfully I'd already sent it to Goodwill right along with my slap bracelets.
What about you? Did you rock a fanny pack? I wonder what the embarrassing fad item will be for Suzi's generation...
Maybe these are the hot new thing in Scotland and I'm just an idiot.