I have something of a bag fetish–tote bags and messenger bags in particular. I’ve always been a big fan of the timbuk2 bags, but for something a bit more chic, I’ve been at a bit of a loss (not that I haven’t tried valiantly to find the ideal chic specimen of bag-perfectness). It has to be able to hold my 12″ laptop on occasion, and on a regular basis it has to be able to hold a few books. But I want something that isn’t too structured or that screams “boardroom.” I mean, I do not in the slightest degree pretend to be the chic-est person (I essentially live in jeans–a long-lasting side effect of Catholic school uniform trauma) and I’m in grad school for literature, so it has to have a little slouchiness to it. And today I think I found it. The. Perfect. Bag. For. Me.
It’s the Ashbury four-pocket hobo bag from Banana Republic and I’m in love (although my wallet isn’t in this month of tax-induced nausea). But someday, it will be mine. For the time being, I’ll try to wipe the drool off my laptop and resign myself to looking from afar. Sigh.