This is a public apology. I used to laugh at women who had a bag collection. I used to say “who needs a dozen bags? who needs the same bag in different colours? That’s just ridiculous.” Ladies, I am very sorry, that was the old me. Meet the new me.
This is my new Namaste Zuma in delicious deep eggplant. I have never been a bag person, in fact I was one of those women you see carrying around a plastic carrier bag instead of a purse (much to my husband’s chagrin). But I always admired the Namaste bags from a far, they are as rare as hens teeth in the UK and twice as expensive. Now, I am just blown away.
Though they are knitting bags you would never tell from looking. The Zuma isn’t huge, but it has a massive yawn and can hold a surprising amount of wool. It easily holds four 100g balls of worsted wool without flinching, with plenty of room for a drink, book, camera and other gubbins. The magnetic closure is like an answer to a prayer, and the accordion pocket makes organising my circular needles and library cards a snap.
I got mine as a second from Namaste for a great deal. The inside pocket doesn’t close, but there are so many other storage options it’s no big deal. It’s amazing how something as simple as a bag can bring so much joy.
Is it wrong that I want one in a red? And peacock? And a Luguna? Oh what a slippery slope this is!