I’m Not a Messenger, But I Do Carry the Bag
I’ve gotten a crazy amount of email asking me which messenger bag I carry ever since I mentioned it in the post about carrying meds last week. Consider this a public service announcement, direct from me to you:
Messenger bags are the greatest accessory ever invented in the history of raising a kid with asthma.
Actually, I think they’re the greatest bags ever invented in the history of carrying stuff, period.
Even in my pre-parent and pre-Asthma Mom days, I never was much of a handbag person. If I travel light, I stick my driver’s license, check card, and/or cash in my pocket, grab my phone and car keys, and go. If I plan to run around town for most of the day, even if AG’s not with me and I don’t have to lug her inhalers and spacer, I still want a bag big enough to carry what I need, smaller than a backpack but more convenient than a purse.
Behold, the interior of my messenger bag:
I looked for a long time before I found this. It’s well-made, comfortable, and sturdy, but I also love the way it looks. Plus, a lot of thought went into how people actually use their bags, with all its pockets and zippered pouches. You can’t identify the contents from my picture, so here’s a list:
3. Cell phone
4. Altoids tin
5. Red inhaler/spacer pouch
(technically, a cosmetics bag)
6. Chapstick & lipstick
9. Water bottle
(always with me because of the dry, dry Colorado air)
11. Tissues and band-aids
My largish camera often goes inside, too, though it’s not in that photo for obvious reasons.
Even when it holds all that, my bag looks like this when I close the flap:
Pretty kick-ass, huh? It’s like a magic trick, how everything fits.
It’s the small messenger in grizzly/mineral heather hemp from Timbuk2, a San Francisco company that makes custom bags (though I bought mine ready-made) for city bike couriers and for people who love to carry them everyday, like me.
This post is a reflection of personal taste and not sponsored by any company.