A bag I've carried for a solid decade.
I picked up this bag back in my uni days in the UK—I still remember that massive 50% off Burberry July sale. It’s been so long I’ve honestly forgotten the model name.
Design-wise, it’s a total workhorse. You c
an tuck the sides in for a casual look or expand them into a "Neverfull" style that fits a laptop, making it the perfect one-bag-fits-all for work or study.
Even so, it sat untouched in my closet for about three or four years. Between the white fabric being a dirt magnet and my younger self constantly chasing the next trend, I felt like it was "outdated" and not worth showing off.
What brought it back into my life was a massive decluttering session earlier this year. I found it gathering dust in a corner and felt that old spark again. It wasn’t quite worth a professional restoration fee, so I took a gamble and tossed the whole thing into the washing machine.
After that wash, my relationship with the bag completely shifted. I’ve finally stopped "babying" it. Bags are meant to serve us, not the other way around; it shouldn't be a relationship defined by constant worry or fear of a single scratch.
Sure, it came out a little lumpy, but it’s clean. The leather isn't ruined—it just shows the marks of time, and there’s something incredibly liberating about that. I’ve realized that how I treat my bags mirrors how I navigate the world.
Now, I only care about my own peace of mind. I keep a healthy distance from everything around me. If it fits within my comfort zone, we’re good. But if a relationship or an object requires me to put it on a pedestal or deal with any kind of imbalance? Then it’s a hard goodbye. #WorkBags #WhatBagToCarryToWork #MyBagsHaveStories #CommuterBag #TheJoyfulLifeOfAnIndependentWoman #EverydayBag #TheWorkingPerson'sCommuterBag