The best seven dollars I ever spent. A soft vintage metal bag from Value Village. In the winter, freakishly cool to the touch. If it's in my lap for a while, it grows deliciously warm.
Good For: starting conversations with strangers ("wow is that chain mail?), amazing and alarming friends (who pet and poke and mush it in their hands), being the temporary home for wallet, keys and mobile whilst slung across body against hips or dangling off one shoulder, being reminiscent of the eighties, the middle ages, and nothing in between, holding apples.
What can't this bag do. Perhaps one day it will stop a bullet for me.