Finally, finally, FINALLY!
After scouring the likes of vintage shops and eBay and Etsy and Folksy for a satchel, invariably not finding one to my liking or
forgetting about being outbid on auctions, I have the satchel of my dreams. Vintage and old it may not be. But massive and leathery it is. And I love it, to a drooling and giddy extent.
Oh. How I love thee satchel
There is a myriad of satchel sellers for your delectation on the wonder web, from sellers on eBay to Amazon. Yes. Amazon. They sell all sorts of stuff, including curling tongs, shoes and ... satchels. And this is where I found The Leather Satchel Co.
Here commences one of the best shopping experiences I have ever had.....
So. I initially ordered the 11'' satchel in "Chestnut Brown". I do usually like a bit of tan (not on my skin of course, heaven forfend) but I was not keen on the tone of the colour in the picture. I spent a long time with a ruler on my desk, measuring against the feeble Primark bag I already had. I say feeble, because despite only being 3 weeks old and carrying no more than a book, phone, makeup bag and purse, it was breaking on the strap. You get what you pay for I guess. £6 does not equal quality, evidently.
Anywho - I am straying from the point. I decided upon my purchase, clickety clicked and waited for the new arrival to my ever growing family of Bag Babies. I did not have to wait long. Less then 2 days in fact. And what arrived was a delightfully packaged leather delicacy. In brown paper. With string. There are few things that get me as happy as brown paper packages, tied up with string, despite "The Sound of Music" failing to be one of my favourite things. I loved the fact that there was a little square of company stamped leather on the outside showing me the colour. Oooh! I was excited!
And then decidedly "meh". The satchel inside was the wrong colour. The tan I had ummed and aaaared about. The colour I was now certain I didn't like. Drat. But, that was not the worst of it. Despite my valiant efforts of measuring and checking, the bag was too small for my needs. Double drat. I would have to start my satchel search again.
I took advantage of the free post return, citing the issue of colour wrong-ness and my wholly unskillful measuring skills as the reason, and asked for a refund. What I received instead was a lovely email.
A lovely email that apologised profusely for the colour confusion, and by way of compensation, would I be interested in a free upgrade to the 14", in, of course, the correct colour?
The secret inside of the satchel
Would I? Would I like to end my twitch-enducing satchel search? Would I? You betcha! But there was one small snag - the width of the 14" would still be too small (apparently I carry a packhorse load of toot about with me on any given day) so I asked if I could have the 15" instead and pay the difference. Yes, of course I could, but there would be no extra charge. No extra charge.
Again, 2 days later and the brown paper package arrived again. With a lovely letter from the company and a reminder to ensure I signed up for their 5 year product guarentee. I cannot see this superbly handmade bag having any issues with the rigours of my daily commute and general carrying needs, but it is fab to have peace of mind there anyway.
It is nice that I, in the end, have a £69 bag for £49 - but I should have been a bit more savvy about it in the 1st place and just bought the large one. I would of happily spent the full amount on a bag that I believe will last me years, if not decades.
If you are interested in checking out this small, family run company for a Satchel of Love of your very own you can buy from them via their Amazon shop and follow them on Facebook and Twitter.
Truly the best customer service I shall possibly ever experience.
Ahhhhh. True Love Always.
I know that it is not "vintage" in anything apart from looks. But, I kind of like the fact that this bag will show the history of it's time with me. The cup of tea spilt, the rogue un-lidded lippy, the scuff or scratch from some long forgotten encounter with a pavement or wall.
These are the hopes I hold for the Satchel of Love.