This is my white, summer bag. Or rather, it has been my white, summer bag.
For several years now, I’ve pulled this bag out around Memorial Day and carried it all summer. Come Labor Day weekend, I would empty the bag and give it a good cleaning. Then I’d put it away until the next summer.
I’ve loved this bag, but lately it’s been sort of, well, falling apart.
I’m at the point of having to face facts: this bag has seen its last summer. And I won’t lie friends, I’m saddened by this. My bag has traveled the globe with me. It has been a fun and different accessory. And it was me.
Still, it’s time to bid this bag farewell. It has served me well.
I guess I’ll see it in Cheyenne…