For everything, and everyone
There is a certain kind of bag that starts one way and ends another.
It leaves the house in the morning as a yoga bag, holding a rolled mat and a water bottle. By ten it is a market bag, full of tomatoes and a bunch of dahlias. By afternoon it is a beach bag, sand in the corners and a towel folded on top. By evening it is a walking bag, holding a leash and a pouch of treats and the coat that stopped being necessary an hour ago.
The Market Tote does all of it without complaint. It is the kind of thing you throw over your shoulder without thinking, and it comes with you through whatever the day turns out to be.
Some things are made for one purpose. This is made for the day as it actually unfolds. Which is to say, the day that never stays in one place.
