The Wooden Bag

I do like this wooden bag. I did the moment I saw it: from the slender lengths of honey-coloured wood that beg to be touched, to its endearing, rickety construction. There is something friendly about it.

Its rigid, minimal shape immediately made me think of architecture: lofty city buildings (hence the Manhattan background); and it stands tall like a sculpture. It is no delicate bag either, measuring 30cm high.

I have not swung it yet through the city streets however, for fear of losing its contents. What I really need is a couple of clear pvc cases to keep smaller items safe. I like the idea of the contents being visible though: a rustic version of all those clear designer bags that came into fashion as in-flight baggage a few years ago. I wonder if this one would get through quarantine – never mind security?