I have found my cognac bag. Remember this post? I looked at several possibilities.
But I chose the Frank Clegg Handbag Tote. Below you see it closed by the internal buckled strap, which folds the sides in, and then fastened a little more by the short top strap.
I ordered two sizes, the Large and the Medium; I find that Medium is plenty big enough so I will return the Large. I even considered returning both and getting the Small, but, in this size I can fit a laptop which is useful for travel and trips to SF, so I’m staying with what I’ve got. Here they are both fully opened. And stuffed with paper for that matter.
The leather is absolutely spectacular. Soft to the hand, smelled of saddles when I first took them out of the box.
This bag will live on my kitchen counter, to be put into my car on the passenger seat, from whence to be carried into providers of necessities and back out again. A limited set of use cases. Should I go to the city, I will carry a crossbody. Should I go on foot to our main streets, I’ll wear a backpack. Should I learn to fly I’ll hide my wallet in my feathers. I’ve been using my Bottega Veneta for what, five years? I expect this may last twice as long.
The Sturdy Gal approves, the Grande Dame inclines her head ever so slightly in agreement, the Artsy Cousin pays it never no mind but if asked will splatter with paint so all will be well. Besides, she’s so glad I am wearing my Timberlands that she’s giving me a pass on bourgeoiserie for today.
Have a beautiful weekend.
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