This is Kind of Obsessed, a column about all the stuff we’re really, really into right now. This time: Nomad Lane’s deceptively roomy weekend bag.
I have a love-hate relationship with traveling. Everything from the stress and rush to get out the door on time, to the inevitable fight with your significant other, to the lines, to the lost baggage, to the cramped seats and oversalted peanuts: hate. And packing. I really hate packing. On the other hand, I love long flights, because it’s during these trips that I do my best thinking, self-reflection, and writing. I even decided to leave my old job and start Artisan Revere while on an airplane.
To get Artisan Revere up and running, I had to build out a robust supply chain, manage numerous vendors, and learn knife design and making. I read voraciously. Non-stop. There was so much to learn, but I also knew, from my years as a researcher, that I needed to be on the ground, learning in person from world-class experts. Because of that, I found myself traveling more than I had in years. I was on a plane almost every week, taking meetings with factory owners, craftsmen, machinists, and engineers all over the country. To any aspiring entrepreneur — you can learn a lot from books, but you need to be on the ground, asking questions and soaking up the knowledge of experts, and actually doing the work yourself.
During every diligence trip in a new facility or meeting with a maker in their home shop, I felt a bit naked. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I just felt uncomfortable showing up with a back-pack, or a duffel bag, even my black messenger bag felt off. I’m a bit obsessive, and I love my bags, and I want one for every occasion. I’ve got over 30 bags. Duffels, ski bags, hiking hags, messenger bags, camera bags, totes, small, medium, and large suitcases.
Perfect travel bag: 1. Fit enough clothes and personal items for a three-day business trip, assuming one pair of extra pants, 2. walks the line between business casual and rugged, 3. convenient + thoughtful design. 4. Fits under an airplane seat.
The exact moment that I realized I needed a new bag was during a regional connection flight from Wisconsin when I got hit by the air traveler’s trifecta: window seat, hungry and bored, boxy photography bag, AKA “personal item” up top in the overhead bin. What do you do when the person in the aisle seat falls asleep immediately and you just want to get your damn snacks and a book to read? I nudged the guy in the aisle, got up, got my trail mix, my book, my notebook, and sat back down. I wrote down what I wanted from a bag: