Or, 5 Reasons Why I’m Considering Selling a Kidney
1. It’s gorgeous.
The shape of the 1903 is chic and curvy—not frumpy or formless like so many other large hobo and tote bags. Also note the contrasting trim and the pretty hardware, ooh la la! And the best part is the leather. Just luscious. Designer Natasha Durham gives buyers a choice of color and customized features. ::swoon::
2. It’s huge.
It’s hard to find a large, functional bag that doesn’t look like a briefcase (blegh). I love how much space this thing conceals behind its uber-cute exterior. It’s like Mary Poppins’ bottomless bag’o’wonder. If I owned this bag, I’d enjoy settling down at a table in my local coffee shop and astonishing onlookers by removing my iPad, my phone, my Kindle, a notebook, a water bottle, a snack, a sweater, a desk lamp, and a cat.
3. It’s organized.
With most bags of this style and size, you get one big cavernous area in which your stuff disappears like space waste into a black hole. I’ve spent hours of my life fumbling blindly through my belongings inside purses like that, but I dream of a future in which peace and balance are restored–in which everything has its own little secure resting place. I mean, look at all the
crap essential stuff I carry around with me every day.
There’s no off-the-rack bag in the world that could keep all this in place. By contrast, the 1903’s numerous and brilliantly placed pockets promote high-level organization and quick retrieval. In other words, it’s like a purse version of a library. ::goosebumps::
4. It’s a cross-body.
I’m thinking of amending this list to include “My shoulder strap purse is constantly sliding off and requires incessant fidgeting and readjusting.” I was foolish, friends. I swore to myself long ago that I would only invest in cross-body bags forevermore, but a few weeks back I was tempted by the plethora of outside pockets on a shoulder bag and decided to give it a whirl. Now it’s just one more thing contributing to my slow descent into full-on OCD psychosis. Seriously, cross-body is the only way to go. When I’m out and about, hither and yon, kickin’ ass and takin’ names, I need to be hands-free. Unencumbered. Unfettered. At liberty to exercise my ninja-like reflexes. I can’t be my awesomest self with a stupid shoulder bag forever dropping onto my elbow.
5. It’s a backpack.
So the husband and I have been riding bikes lately, and it’s pretty much the most fun EVER. We’ve been riding them to work, which means I often need to carry a change of clothes along with my water bottle and giant thug-proof u-lock and other bicycling accoutrements. I have a small bag on the bike but I’m starting to think that for morning commutes a backpack is best. Which means the 1903 is yet again the awesomest bag ever since it seamlessly transitions from purse to pack in a second, AND still manages to look oh-so-chic.
And here’s the other bonus to a convertible bag: it ups my zombie-apocalypse-preparedness. Let’s say I’m walking down the street and all of a sudden a massive-scale zombie attack erupts around me: I toss the 1903 on my back and sprint for safety without missing a beat. No flailing purse throwing me off rhythm or getting snagged on obstacles and having to be left behind in the desperate fight for survival. Plus if I’m isolated for a few days in a tree or a locked storage closet, I’ve got all the essentials with me already! Snacks, a water bottle, a phone, even keys and pens which can be used as weapons in a pinch. What—you don’t consider the advantages of a handbag in light of possible zombie attacks? Weirdo.