On cold, sunny days the light seems more precious and intense (undoubtedly due to the fact that at some point, the leaves on trees give up on us all and stop doing their fancy shade trick). I've been carrying an old quilted bag as my purse for a long while. The stitching in some places is totally frayed and I sometimes feel a tad silly as a twenty-four year old carrying a bag with my name on it... but still. My grandmother made it for me to carry sheet music to piano lessons as a kid. I love it so much more than I could love any designer bag. I'll have to switch it out pretty soon, though, so it doesn't become too worn.