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Diaper Bags: Subject of an Unspoken Dialogue
These past couple of weeks I have walked across the UCLA campus with a shoulder bag full of books but with a head full of thoughts about diaper bags. I can’t concentrate on my studies, because I keep thinking about the news that I got from my cousin—the news that he is going to be a father.
I would love to share with other students my eagerness to look at baby diaper bags, but no other student appears to have that same enthusiasm for those bags full of extra diapers. I would sound pretty silly, if I were to walk-up to a fellow UCLA student and say, “Do you know where I could go to find an attractive designer diaper bag?”
Maybe I should start to hang around the Marion Davies Clinic next to UCLA Hospital. Every day many new mothers enter and leave that clinic. Almost every one of those women carries some sort of baby diaper bag. Perhaps if I look at what those women are carrying, I will spot a diaper bag that I find to be especially eye-catching.
There’s one problem with that approach: I do not think that I could get up the courage to ask one of those new mothers where she purchased her diaper bag. I might see a bag that I just loved, but I would still not know where I could get a similar bag. I guess I will need to have a conversation with my mother and her Aunts.
I already spoke with my own aunt, my cousin’s mother, about where I might find a wide selection of diaper bags. Unfortunately, she had never purchased such a piece of baby gear. She had just found a way to make-due with the bags that she already had.
She told me that for a while she used a white canvas bag that she had previously used as a take-on bag during airplane flights. Then later she used a blue canvas bag that had contained her textbooks while she was in graduate school. Neither of them would have qualified for classification as a “designer diaper bag.”
Among the three bags used by my aunt, I judged the last bag she described to me as being the bag that seemed to stray furthest from the designer status. My aunt had described it as a large, blue plastic bag with an angled, white design. According to my aunt, that bag did not even provide her with a way to close the bag; I certainly would not want to get a bag like that for my cousin.
I made the mistake of telling my brother that I wanted to buy a baby diaper bag. He suggested that I just give his cousin a bag like they use for carrying soccer balls. My brother obviously does not appreciate a woman’s interest in something that is fashionable as well as functional.
I have a feeling that the mother of my cousin’s baby knows a good bit about bags for carrying diapers, but I have not yet had a chance to meet her. Maybe if I pay repeated visits to the Compu Rent store there on Westwood Boulevard I will meet the girlfriend of the young man who is soon to be an uncle. I understand that she works for a physician at UCLA. Maybe she could suggest a store where I might find many baby diaper bags.
As you can see I am not having much luck obtaining suggestions that I can use while shopping for that important baby item. The object of my intended search remains primarily the subject of an unspoken dialogue.
written by Sue Cher