The Professor

So due to some recent cheerful events, I was this weekend made the happy recipient of a Dangerfield gift voucher. Suprisingly enough, it actually took quite a while - at least an hour of browsing - before I was rid of it (I had initially thought it would last maybe . . . five minutes?). But just as I began to fear a mammoth attack of indecision that I could feel bubbling up inside of me, I found . . .


The Professor; everything a bag should be.

I should've known, really. All the best bags I've ever seen have been in a Dangerfield store. This is the third time I've been able to actually buy one upon discovering it and, as usual, there is no better feeling. You see, I'm incredibly fussy about my bags, and I nurse a passionate burning hate for that itsy bitsy teeny weeny, pouch/wallet hybrid, pathetic excuse for a bag A.K.A. 'clutch' or 'purse'.

Bags are meant to carry things. Quite often, a lot of things. Therefore . . .


. . . roominess.

Thus fulfilling basic rules of practicality and useability. But obviously a bag needs to be more than just practical and useable, especially if you're female. Those are givens, really. A bag should also be cool . . .



The Professor is all that, and more. He's also just the right size (and appropriately structured) for my laptop, has lots of handy little pockets inside and out, and is sturdy in a way that will last for years. And years, and years . . .

And he has options.



Now, I can almost hear you all asking 'so why 'The Professor'?' To be honest, I don't know. This is one of those bags, however, that simply could not go without a name. The Professor was the first one that came to mind, and it just felt right. Straightaway.

And he's one hell of a keeper, that's for sure.