Posted tagged ‘Kipling bags’

An accessory of monkeys

July 23, 2010

For some women it’s jewellery, for others it’s shoes, in my wife’s case it’s bags. She has a specific liking for Kipling bags. These come in a variety of styles ranging from backpacks to toiletry bags. My wife loves their handbags.

I’m not fully clued up in the history of the Kipling Company and will have to hire a new researcher though it seems elementary dear Wilson that the name derives from the poet Rudyard Kipling. A familiar motif running right through their lines is the use of a monkey. Kipling wrote The Jungle Book and they’ve used this cuddly character to decorate their bags. The monkeys come in an assortment of colours and all have individual names. Funnily, one of the monkeys bears my wife’s name.

Kipling is one of my favourite poets, mainly because he’s quite easy to understand. His works do possess startling imagery, appropriate metaphors and clever rhymes. Yet he is never considered a great on account of his simplicity. I’ve also grown to like his namesake descendant bags. Unfortunately, Kipling doesn’t make any man bags. My wife suggested taking the monkey off. I quickly quashed the thought of walking about with a hand bag; it’ll be high heels next.

My wife’s Kipling enthusiasm can cause embarrassing moments. While waiting for the plane home from our holiday recently, she spied a woman with a Kipling suitcase she hadn’t seen before. She grabbed my Hawaii shirt by the lapels and squeezing my sunburn in the process, she hollered.
“I want that case! I want that case!”
Many minutes later when I had calmed down her hysteria, just before the airport police arrived with their rifles, I explained to the frightened travellers she was suffering from pre-flight nerves.

The home shopping channel, QVC, is where my wife purchases her Kipling bags. There is not a store in our town, thank heavens. Every now and then there is a Kipling night devoted to six hours of Kipling wares. As the person responsible for electrical maintenance in our house when the next Kipling night draws near I am going to take the fuse out of the TV plug. Or maybe I shouldn’t. As the great Rudyard succinctly wrote.

When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can.
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.