Monday, February 16, 2009
Arguments on forking 150+ dollars over for a custom bag:
1)I'm for buying the good, expensive thing that will last for a long time.
2)If someone jax this I can easily find them.
3) Black Star Bags was open on Christmas Eve, four blocks from my home, when I stopped in at the end of one of my Too Cheap to Pay Bus Fare/Too Cold to Wait For The Bus walks. Keeping the same hours as I do can easily endear and is hopelessly worthy of reward.
4)Ashleigh wants to buy Eamz pumps. And I think that's wonderful.
5)Most importantly, this kind of messenger bag wraps itself around the wearer like a Hug That Never Ends.
I have illustrated below:
Oh I'm sure there are other reasons for the continuing self-confidence/desire to go places alone. BUT the Hug That Never Ends is no doubt a factor. Many people have warned me that this bag will only increase the probable likelihood I will take on too many projects and eventually be smothered beneath the weight of responsibility and malicious inanimate planning. To them I have this to say: "It is a growing a soul. I am both frightened and delighted/making this up."
Waiting for the train one morning, leaning into my bicycle frame, I felt the sort of support I'd always wanted.
An old journal entry reads: "Sometimes it feels like only inanimate objects are on my side." And the theme continues.