The journey of a domestic bag

Once upon a time, there was a bag. It had its first moment in the designer's head, where the need, purpose and shape began to develop. The designer sketched and drew, and finally the bag's blank was moved to realization.

The raw hide of cattle was obtained as a surplus material from food production somewhere in the Nordic countries. Perhaps even from Finland. It was processed into top leather in Italy in the world's best tannery. What was good enough for world-famous luxury brands was also good enough for Utua.

In a small Greek atelier, a master pattern maker used patterns to cut the leather parts to shape, and a skilled craftsman sewed the bag to perfection. After showing the sample to the designer, he gave permission for production.

Finally, the bag was ready. It traveled back to the Nordic countries and Finland, to a city called Raahe, on the edge of Pekkatori.

The bag was received with sighs of delight. It was named, priced, and displayed in the store, among its peers.

It wasn't long before a customer walked into the store. She spotted this particular bag on the shelf, fumbled and fumbled, tried it on her hand and shoulder, looked in the mirror and fell in love. The decision was made. This would be hers.

And so the bag found a new home and fulfilled its purpose.

The new owner was happy. The bag was a pleasure to use and he used it every day. He cleaned and cared for it occasionally, and didn't overpack it or let it hang from the zipper. No, he just handled it beautifully.

Because the bag was treated with love, it rewarded its owner by remaining intact and clean for many years. And so they lived happily together until the end of their lives.

That's the length of it.