In Saratov, I had a castle from a crossbody handbag. She, apparently, came across me to my portfolio and decided to die. It did not reanimate it, it cut off possible accessories, and it threw it into the trash. But the replacement was needed, the brain cooked an imperative. Made. Here are behind these screws (brass, there was no other) there was a bunch of stores with fasteners. Either industrial scales or not supplied dimensions. And all because someone gathered too big cake! And regular rootes did not come there at all.
Hands are hooks piglets. Spain all where they got. Although painted this time decent than in the previous one.
I'm here f shock, for the color in the photo came out an explicit fuchsia. And who remembers, I and Fuchsia are incompatible. I am here and in the tambourine, and a friendship was koving inwards. And the tassel was engaged. Useless. Pink Paint Paints got out to the outflow. Dyed crast and green cruise. The skin was more expensive than on the suitcase. Estessno coryato estimated the length of the handle, so it had to make a composite.
Inside one large branch and three pockets. The assistant transfers hello. Here on this photo color closer to life.
I went to overload from a little woven to a big bulve all my pribruda. I thought it was a little more than it was. Yes, now you can safely shove a couple of shoes. Or loaf bread. Or a package of milk and a city bun. In general, it will be necessary to beat himself by hand, whatever it would turn it into an accident.