I'm accustomed to carrying so much stuff with me it looks like I'm immigrating rather than commuting. My commute recently doubled in length and I noted that by the end of the week, I felt as if I had a decidely stooped shouldered look from 5 days of 2 hours standing per day on a train carrying roughly 10 lbs of leather bag and 10 lbs of content.

No more!  I'm free....!  My hands are free, my neck is free, and...drum roll...I'm free of carrying enough in my bag to live in the wild for a week.

This lovely little bag caused me to curate (I prefer that to declutter) my bottomless bag. I carry the essentials, and I carry them fashionably, easily and effortlessly.

Thank you, Baggallini...or should I say:  Baggagenie?!