Woolf Sack
On occasion one has cause to leave the room of one’s own to procure foodstuffs, notebooks, decorative pens, and other life essentials. And while some would argue that the tote bag is at this point ubiquitous—indeed, in certain neighborhoods of Brooklyn it is illegal to leave the home without one—it is this very ubiquity that requires us to consider what sort of sack-bag one ought to drape o’er the shoulder and under the ‘pit.
A bag of design elements remedial or bluntly textual? A pack of proportions so impoverished one wonders aloud if it could even fit a pumpkin? A sack with a texture so rough that it lends itself less to carrying beautiful gourds and more to sanding down a cabinet?
These queries, admittedly leading, will nonetheless lead somewhere hopeful, I believe: to the Respectable Books Woolf Sack, honoring Clarissa Dalloway’s journey to Bond Street and, in the process, honoring the great human journey we all go on: to live our lives.
“In people’s eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June.”
Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself, but, even alone, you will be with the whole of Woolf’s world.
On occasion one has cause to leave the room of one’s own to procure foodstuffs, notebooks, decorative pens, and other life essentials. And while some would argue that the tote bag is at this point ubiquitous—indeed, in certain neighborhoods of Brooklyn it is illegal to leave the home without one—it is this very ubiquity that requires us to consider what sort of sack-bag one ought to drape o’er the shoulder and under the ‘pit.
A bag of design elements remedial or bluntly textual? A pack of proportions so impoverished one wonders aloud if it could even fit a pumpkin? A sack with a texture so rough that it lends itself less to carrying beautiful gourds and more to sanding down a cabinet?
These queries, admittedly leading, will nonetheless lead somewhere hopeful, I believe: to the Respectable Books Woolf Sack, honoring Clarissa Dalloway’s journey to Bond Street and, in the process, honoring the great human journey we all go on: to live our lives.
“In people’s eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June.”
Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself, but, even alone, you will be with the whole of Woolf’s world.
On occasion one has cause to leave the room of one’s own to procure foodstuffs, notebooks, decorative pens, and other life essentials. And while some would argue that the tote bag is at this point ubiquitous—indeed, in certain neighborhoods of Brooklyn it is illegal to leave the home without one—it is this very ubiquity that requires us to consider what sort of sack-bag one ought to drape o’er the shoulder and under the ‘pit.
A bag of design elements remedial or bluntly textual? A pack of proportions so impoverished one wonders aloud if it could even fit a pumpkin? A sack with a texture so rough that it lends itself less to carrying beautiful gourds and more to sanding down a cabinet?
These queries, admittedly leading, will nonetheless lead somewhere hopeful, I believe: to the Respectable Books Woolf Sack, honoring Clarissa Dalloway’s journey to Bond Street and, in the process, honoring the great human journey we all go on: to live our lives.
“In people’s eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June.”
Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself, but, even alone, you will be with the whole of Woolf’s world.
Made from organic cotton. Washer? Yes. Dryer? No. Proportions: 16″ × 14 ½″ × 5″