Oh, how I love - and hate - you.
You're large enough that I can throw a few things in for BB and not have to carry his diaper bag with me. You match everything in my closet, so I don't have to change you. You're laid back, which fits my style. And you fit nicely over my shoulder.
However, you're so big that I can never find anything in you. You match everything, so I never feel motivated to switch things up. And you might be just a tad informal for work.
How long can this love/hate thing go on?