This was my first folding bag of this type. I bought it at Powell’s at the station of travel things they used to have at the top of the stairs to the Purple Room. I liked it so much I went back and grabbed a second one. This one lived in the bag that would be called a purse, if I liked that word. It folded to a small bundle and was easy to whip out whenever anyone asked if I needed a bag.
I liked the material. It was very strong, but also soft and felt a bit like satin. I repaired it several times, reinforcing that bottom that wanted to give way, but I think we’ve reached the end of the useful life.
Goodbye folding bag. I’m on the lookout for your successor.