So lately, for some unknown reason, I’ve been obsessively craving bread. Perhaps my mother read my mind when she came home with a bag of freshly baked baguettes from the chain-store supermarket five minutes away. I was rather thankful as I broke a piece and tried my hardest not to gobble it down. Oh carbs. I love them. I really do think I should move to France, if it were not for the language barrier. I think I would be quite content with waking up every morning to buy a fresh baguette like Miss Stam; the best part? I would never feel guilty because I would have to walk back and forth, burning off those unwanted calories. And since the French eat baguettes, and the French are fabulous, it only seems logical to put two and two together and you can infer that baguettes themselves are fabulous. Which is, no doubt, why one of the most iconic fashion houses has a, well, iconic bag dubbed “Le Baguette”. It is like the Chanel 2.55 in its construction, but hardly equal in its popularity. In all honesty, I truly see no appeal in the Baguette, sure, the colors are fun, but 1)…