When I was halfway to the Chinese market, it began to rain. I had no umbrella with me nor water-resistant coat, so I used my shawl to cover my hair. Was funny, and I consider myself lucky I didn't see my reflection.
Anyway, I had to search for about half an hour for the booth, because the shop owner had apparently moved. I also phoned my mom a few times because she knows the place like the back of her hand so I had to ask in which huge, old factory building that little booth could be found. (Think of it like a better organized flea market with Chinese immigrant sellers and new junk instead of old, used junk.
Anyway, I finally found the shop that sold the brand of bag I used. (I was hung up on this brand called Kukumalu, not because of the cute little mouse printed on the front, but because it didn't fall to pieces in half a year like my other bags did, it actually worked for 5+ years.) There were rows of these bags in different shapes and colors. The shop owner was watching TV and as far as I could tell the same song was going they played at the Olympics... You know, the one that little girl sang who actually lip synched... (The girl was pretty, the song was pretty, if you are Cliff's mom, don't kill me please, ok?)
Anyway, I ask the guy if they have bags of this brand, only bigger. He says there's none of these bags. I blink a few times and wonder if we are having a language barrier issue there. I say ok, look around, pick a bag of said brand that is obviously there. (Deep military green.) Not the same size my old bag was, a bit smaller, but whatever, it'd do. (The black one was too high and I felt like green today anyway.) I ask how much. He says it's not for sale, and that he has none for sale.
I blink again. I wave the bag. Guy refuses to budge. The he tells me it's not for sale, that they are all not for sale.
I shrug and leave. So no, I didn't get a Kukumalu bag, sadly. But as my mom suggested, the guy might have refused to sell me that one bag because he might have wanted to sell them in bulk, aka all of them to a bag shop owner. It figures.
Anyway, I decided I did need a bag, because smaller bags with space only for a smaller book and notes is not enough for me. It was enough for university when I didn't have psycho classes (OK, psychology, but seriously, did you see my teachers? I did.), but I prefer to stuff my hat and shawl into the bag or one more shirt for the cold, plus the book, plus my notes (usually when I teach). So yeah, I needed a bigger bag.
So I went to the bag shop both my mom and my friend and me frequent from time to time, because it's close to both my uni and my mom's workplace. And yeah, Eleanor studied at the same uni as me. Anyway, the guy was out of Kukumalu bags, but I fell in love with another bag. I'm not sure if this guy is as good as the Kukumalu bags, but it was soooo pretty and awesome I had to have it. And it was pretty cheap, considering bags.
I haven't decided on a name yet, but I'm considering Seph. It has a sort of steampunk look if you squint (The clasp at the front definitely has a feel to it!), and I'm planning on adding some embellishments to the bag. I happen to have some corner pieces in some copper looking material that looks like metal, and I also have glue I'm not afraid to use. Bwahaha.
So, this is... Seph.
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