Saturday, December 12, 2015

School Bag


Strange to say, but I'd forgotten how much I loved this bag, which I recently began using again after another bag—which I had been using for my laptop—gave up the ghost. This bag is essential patterned after a school book bag, and was a Christmas present from Mr. Husband about 12 years ago. It's been to London and Italy, and was my constant companion when I was singing at New York City Opera. But after the company imploded in 2011, the bag found itself parked in the closet. Now it is going everywhere with me again. 


Leather isn't light, that much I can tell you. But somehow, the bag has ceased to be heavy. I suppose one could posit that my change in perception has much to do with the ability to enfold life's events—and that wouldn't be inaccurate. Bag as talisman, connecting past and present, it's been banged up quite a bit, which, to some people would mean that it should be replaced. But that's not going to happen. I rather like its character.

I remember when I first tried it on, and found it a bit uncomfortable. And that was because the straps were sewn on vertically and cut into the shoulder. So the shop in the West Village (Joseph Hanna) had them adjusted on an angle, which made a huge difference, one which is still in evidence in bags being sold today. 

Not forgotten is getting out of the tube in London and having two young ladies run up and ask excitedly: "What did you get your bag?" 

"In New York City!" I replied with a big grin on my face. 

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