I used this bag to death after I received it as a birthday present in 2008, and it shows. It looks battered, there’s a hole where the corner of my laptop always rubbed it, and the colour has faded a bit – it hasn't quite been the same since I brought on a beach holiday where the sun and the saltwater got to it.
I loved the roominess, the cute balloon-like shape, and the bright colour, and I remember finding it incredibly practical for work and weekends.
I have since acquired a few more bags, and have been using this less frequently. In fact, I haven’t used it at all this year. So I thought I would revive it today and brought it out with much anticipation, having missed its cerulean hue.
30 minutes after I left the house, I wished I hadn't. I found the handles far too small to sit comfortably on my shoulder, compared to the generous shoulder straps of the other bags I’ve been using recently. I was annoyed I had to bring out a second pouch in my bag, because the bag has no internal pockets for the things I usually chuck in there, except for a small slot for my mobile phone. This being a yoga day, I was carrying my packed lunch in a separate carrier and I felt more cumbersome than usual because the bag did not hang securely from my shoulder.
I carried this bag almost every day for three years, without complaint. I still love the shape and colour, and I don't mind how worn it looks, but it lacks the ease I’m accustomed to from my other bags. I suppose the bag wasn't perfect to begin with (sidetrack: why are Longchamp Pliage bags so expensive when they don't hold up all that well?).
I still expect to find this bag reasonably useful to keep around (it folds away nicely for holidays and is perfect for the beach), but its staple days look to be over.
Isn’t it sad to grow out of things you once loved? What are some much-loved things you guys have grown out of?