Man, I used to think tarot bags were just fancy nonsense – some overpriced velvet pouch for show. My old deck bounced around loose in my backpack, wrapped in a rubber band. Big mistake.
The Awful Mess
Picture this: mid-read at my favorite coffee spot, reaching for my Rider-Waite. Thump. The whole deck slides out, cards exploding everywhere under the table. Spilled latte on the 3 of Cups? Yep. Bent corners on the Knight of Swords? You bet. Felt like a total clown scrambling on the floor.
My DIY Disaster
Right then, I knew I needed something. Didn’t wanna spend big bucks though. Found an old pillowcase, grabbed a needle and thread, figured I’d sew a simple bag myself. How hard could it be? My stitching looked like a drunk spider did it. The drawstring was so tight pulling cards out felt like wrestling a squid. First time I tried using it? The bag flopped upside down dumping my cleansed, perfect cards straight into my leftover chicken soup. Broth on Thoth. Disaster.
Finally Getting a Real Bag
Gave up, bought a cheap cotton bag online. Used it solid for like, three months straight. Here’s the real deal I figured out:
- No More Card Explosions: That flimsy rubber band? Gone. Toss the bag in my tote, my purse, even my coat pocket. Cards stay tight inside. No more chasing the High Priestess across the bus floor.
- My Cards Looked Better, Longer: The edges stopped getting all frayed and grubby. The bag took the hits instead – scuffs on fabric, not my precious Empress.
- Everything Just Stayed Together: Before the bag? Crystal under deck? Gone. Little affirmation paper? Lost. Now? Boom. Crystal, paper, deck – all stuffed inside one bag. One grab and I’m ready.
- It Felt… More Serious?: Weird, but pulling cards from a crinkled, stained cardboard box felt like grabbing junk mail. Pulling them slowly from a decent bag? Felt like I was doing something real. Made me slow down too. Took it more seriously.
So yeah, changed my mind completely. That bag ain’t just fancy cloth. It’s armor for your deck, peace of mind for you, and a reminder that this stuff matters. Skip the rubber band.
