Sundays are sacred. For me, it’s the one day I slow down—no alarms, no screens, just the sun, a book, and some time outside. A while ago, packing for this slow ritual meant a jumbled mix: tote, towel, throw, and usually a pillow stolen from the couch.
Then I found one440.
Now, my Sunday ritual starts with zipping everything I need into one sleek pouch. I head to the park, unzip the bag into a soft mat, and stretch out under a tree. It doubles as a towel when I dip my feet in the river, and folds back into a plush pillow while I nap in the shade.
I didn’t expect a bag to help me reclaim time—but here we are. Simpler packing, fewer distractions, and less stuff. Just what Sundays were made for.