#dopp kit

[wikipediapictures]

Toiletry bag

“Transparent toiletry bag with typical accessories.” - via Wikimedia Commons (original description translated from Swedish using Google Translate)

[studio-des-br]

Dopp Kit’s History

Posted by John Anthony Law for Copper River Bag Company on 1st Nov 2022

What in the world is a Dopp Kit you ask? I had the same question when we here at Copper River Bag Co introduced our Dopp Kit with our new line of travel bags. After I did a little research, this kit made perfect sense to me and I absolutely had to get one for myself. A Dopp Kit is a small toiletry bag used by both men and women to store grooming supplies. Simple, right? And even more so practical - the more and more I read about it – the more and more I found that everyone should have one, especially me.

Charles Doppelt, a leather-smith from Germany invented this handy little bag made out of leather back in the early 20th century. It was introduced as a “toilet bag”, however, over the years, a more appropriate name of “Dopp Kit” became more and more widely used. In American culture, the word "toilet" has more of a dirty connotation to it. During the second world war, the Dopp kit became widely popular as these kits were introduced into the military. Samsonite purchased Doppelt's company in the 1970s in order to produce and register a trademark on the Dopp kit.

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So now that we have a little bit of history on the Dopp Kit, let's talk about some of the uses. Of course, the toiletry bag can be used for its intended use: to store all of your grooming supplies, shaving supplies (for the gentlemen), make-up (for the women...or hey, the men too), toothpaste, deodorant, lotion, shampoo and any other supplies you might need to have within arm's reach while preparing for the day. But overall, in today's day and age, the kit can be used for many other things. Basically, it can be used for anything to keep you organized; can be easily stored in your car, snugly in your suitcase, or carried around as an accessory item.

When traveling, whether it be for an overnight trip at Grandma's or a week long trip across the country, storing your toiletry supplies is essential. They can get messy and there's nothing more frustrating than to find that your toothpaste has exploded onto your freshly dry-cleaned garments, or having to unpack your entire duffel bag because your razor has mysteriously fallen to the bottom of the bag - or, in my case - inside of a sock (yes, this happens often, I don't know why...but not anymore!). So this is why it's important (and classy) to have a nice little organization to sometimes hectic traveling.

What are Dopp Kits made out of? Of course, the first dopp kit was invented out of leather but as time went on may other materials constructed this handy little bag. Sometimes very cheaply. When we here at Copper River Bag Co launched our travel bag line, we searched for some of the best materials out there. It was decided that an 18oz cotton duck material which is water resistant and will not tear on you would be the most practical for today's world. Inside of the kits are two organizational compartments, so that you can organize the toiletries appropriately for easy access. The rust-proof zipper makes the interior easy-to-access without the struggle that comes with lower quality zippers. Easy to grab and go with a Chocolate Lattigo leather handle on one side of the bag also adds a nice visual accent.

Our Dopp kits have a balanced mix convenience and classiness that fits in perfect with what we need when on the road or, of course, when in the bathroom. There's no way you can go wrong when you're super organized during your travels – no matter if it's down the street or on the other side of the world.

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[blairleblancstudio]

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[bradsbackpack]

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[eskein]

Whether going on a weekend getaway or a month-long adventure, packing efficiently is key to ensuring a stress-free journey. One essential part of this process is preparing your Dopp kit, a small toiletry bag that holds your personal grooming and hygiene items. Organising your Dopp kit can make your travel experience smoother and more organized. 

Let’s explore how to pack a Dopp kit before travelling. For More Read - https://eskeblogs.wordpress.com/2023/10/26/how-to-pack-a-dopp-kit-or-a-toiletry-bag-before-traveling/

[rachiba]

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[dufrau]

I FINALLY GOT PAIIIIIID.

and i did not buy boots!

(so far)

[duellance]

Just learned that the toiletry bag used for traveling is a Dopp kit and not a Dock kit like I thought. Guess I misheard my parents once like 10 years ago and kept on saying it that way. I am. Reeling

[cuirelixir]

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[padalinskie]

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[alltimecharlo]

With Will’s hair being as long and beautiful as it is now, what are your thoughts about a fic where he lets it grow out more and likes when Mack play with it/ braids it for him (especially for games but Will refuses to admit that part)?

Love your works btw!! 😊

thank you so much!🥰 and this is such a cute idea anon!! fic under the cut :)🩵

Will doesn’t think it’s a big deal at first.

His hair grows fast, and he’s always liked it a little long. Some guys cut it close as soon as they get drafted, go clean-cut for the cameras and interviews, but not Will. He likes feeling a little untamed, a little loose. It fits him.

So when it starts brushing the tops of his shoulders, curling at the ends, he just shrugs and keeps letting it go.

“You gonna do anything about that mop?” Toff chirps one morning after practice, flicking a damp curl where it sticks to Will’s cheek.

Will bats his hand away. “You jealous or something?”

Toff laughs. “You’re gonna need a helmet with extra clearance soon, man.”

Will grins, but later, in the locker room mirror, he runs his fingers through it thoughtfully. The truth is, it does get in his eyes when he skates. And when he sweats, it gets heavy, sticks to the back of his neck. But every time he even thinks about trimming it, he hears Mack in his head:

“I dunno, man. I think it looks good. Like, really good.”

And that’s enough to stall the scissors every time.

They’re sharing a hotel room on a roadie when it happens the first time.

Will’s stretched out on his stomach, scrolling aimlessly through his phone, hair fanned out across the pillow in a mess. Mack’s sitting cross-legged beside him, clearly distracted from whatever game highlights he was half-watching on mute.

“Hey,” Mack says.

Will glances up. “Yeah?”

“Can I braid it?”

Will snorts. “You wanna what?”

“Your hair,” Mack says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Just the back part. You got enough for it now. Charlie used to make me braid hers all the time. I’m good at it.”

Will blinks at him. “Dude.”

Mack lifts a shoulder. “C’mon.”

And Will, who should maybe think a little harder about the implications of letting his teammate touch him so gently and for so long, just shrugs. “Yeah, okay. Go crazy.”

He pretends not to feel every careful touch like a little electric current. Mack’s fingers are warm, sure, precise. He parts Will’s hair in clean sections, works it into a neat French braid that Will can feel tug gently at his scalp.

“How the hell do you know how to do this?” Will murmurs.

“Told you,” Mack says. “Charlie made me learn. I used to hate it. But now… I dunno. Kinda nice.”

“You sayin’ my hair’s nicer than your sister’s?”

“I’m sayin’ it doesn’t smell like strawberry shampoo,” Mack replies, but his voice is soft.

Will doesn’t say anything for a while. Just lets Mack finish. When Mack finally ties the end off with a tiny elastic from his own dopp kit, Will reaches back and fingers the braid.

“Looks good,” Mack says. “You should wear it like that for the game tomorrow.”

Will scoffs, immediately defensive. “Yeah, right.”

“Why not?”

“It’s a whole thing. People would talk.”

Mack just raises an eyebrow. “So let ’em.”

Will doesn’t answer, but the next day, he shows up to morning skate with his hair tied back in the same neat braid. Doesn’t say anything when the guys give him shit. Doesn’t flinch when Toff grins and says, “Damn, who did you up like that?”

And he definitely doesn’t say anything about how good he feels skating with nothing in his eyes. Or about how he played one of his cleanest, sharpest games of the season.

After, back in the hotel, Mack grins at him across the room. “Told you.”

Will rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t stop him when Mack gestures for him to come sit between his knees again. Doesn’t protest when Mack starts combing through his hair with those careful fingers.

And when Mack murmurs, “I can teach you to do mine sometime, if you want,”

Will just says, quiet and a little breathless, “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Because maybe it’s not about the hair at all.

Maybe it never was.

♡

[malk1ns]

march 23 @ panthers, 4-3 S/O loss

the way they absolutely collapse in the third period needs to be studied. yucky.

“Oh, wow,” Sid says from behind Zhenya as they step into the condo. “Look at that chandelier.”

Zhenya scowls, stomping through the entryway toward the bedrooms. “This way,” he says, easing the master bedroom door open and dropping his bag on the ground, surveying the room.

It looks fine. The air is a little stale with disuse, but opening the windows will clear that out in minutes. 

“Is this where we’re sleeping?” Sid says, squeezing past Zhenya into the room. “Holy shit, this is fuckin’ nice, bud. And look at that view! I can’t believe you’ve never invited me here.”

Zhenya sighs, watching as Sid acquaints himself with Zhenya’s life in Miami. Sid’s nosy as hell, and he doesn’t even bother asking before he starts opening drawers and poking through the closet. 

He’s not entirely sure why he’s never asked Sid to come. At first it’s because they weren’t serious, and Zhenya bought this condo with serious things in mind: a wife, a family, a place for his parents to stay and rest their bones in the Miami sun. Ill-advised hookups that neither of them were quite able to quit didn’t belong in the hazy, idyllic picture he painted for himself.

The wife never materialized, though. There was Oksana, and Anna, and a parade of girls he took out and charmed into his bed, but between all of them (and, to Zhenya’s shame, sometimes concurrently with them) there was Sid, wound into Zhenya’s life and his lifeblood just as thoroughly as the city of Pittsburgh itself was.

Zhenya resisted it as long as he could. He hurt them both in the process, although Sid was no innocent. Fear and denial do a lot of damage. Luckily, they worked their way out of it. It took time and effort and a lot of screaming fights, but they figured it out.

Their parents know. Their teammates know. At this point, Zhenya wouldn’t be surprised to learn that the reporters know too.

And yet, he still hadn’t ever invited Sid down here.

It’s not like Zhenya spends all that much time here. It’s like Sid’s lake house in Halifax—it’s a nice retreat, a place that’s just his to go to for a break from the pressure cooker that is life in the NHL. He’ll come during bye week, or for a few weeks to bookend the offseason, but the bulk of his summers are spent in Russia or travelling to meet Sid somewhere in Europe. There’s nothing special in this condo, nothing secret or hidden that he doesn’t want Sid to see.

The condo represents something, though, a dream Zhenya once had that he set aside. He has new dreams now, and a life that he never could have imagined but wouldn’t trade for anything, but watching Sid pulling out his toiletries, carving a space for himself here, gives Zhenya a sense of vertigo.

He clears his throat. “Think maybe we grill,” he says. If he can act normally, he’ll feel that way soon too. “I get delivery, like, fresh fish is in fridge, some nice wine. Okay?”

Sid pauses in zipping his Dopp kit back up. “You gonna cook for me?” he says, a little smile tugging at his mouth. “Finally I’ll get to experience the famous grilled fish for myself, eh?”

Zhenya doesn’t cook much, but when he does he takes pride in it. Sid’s gotten several thousand pictures of freshly-caught fish and a rainbow of vegetable sides over the years.

“Best for you,” Zhenya says, swallowing as he pictures Sid eating off the fancy cutlery he picked out when he was 24. “You tell Legend, like, most tasty fish you’re ever have.”

Sid trails after him into the kitchen, pausing to comment on pieces of Zhenya’s decor. He’s figured out that Zhenya’s not in the mood to be even gently teased about his taste, and when Zhenya puts him to work chopping up veggies Sid leans up to kiss his cheek, an uncharacteristically gentle gesture from a guy that usually expresses his affection through wrestling, bad chirps, and terrible come-ons.

Zhenya swallows around the lump in his throat and wraps the seasoned tuna, freshly-caught that morning, in tinfoil for the grill.

They eat out on the balcony. Sid’s quiet, sipping at his wine and gazing out at the water. Zhenya points out the ferry chugging slowly between the island and the mainland, but otherwise he lets the silence settle comfortably over them.

The more time Sid spends here, the more right it seems. Sid belongs on this balcony, lit up by the setting sun. He belongs in this condo. He belongs everywhere Zhenya is.

“Hey,” Sid finally says, just as Zhenya’s tossing back the last mouthful of wine. “Thanks for bringing me. I know it…this place, I get why. I understand what you meant it for.” He sighs and reaches over, taking Zhenya’s hand and curling their fingers together. “I saw the third bedroom.”

Zhenya bites his lip. The third bedroom was always meant to be a child’s room, painted in cheerful colors and the walls lined with shelves for toys and books. The shelves are empty, and there’s no furniture in there. Zhenya never could bring himself to furnish it for another purpose, even as that particular dream slipped further away.

“You know,” Sid says, and his voice sounds watery even though his gaze out over the ocean is steady, “we could still…if you want. We can look into that. Get some stuff for that room, you know.”

Zhenya stops breathing.

Sid’s never indicated much of an interest in having a kid. He loves children, is the first to snatch new babies away when they’re brought to team events and tote them around for as long as he’s allowed, but whenever Zhenya’s tried to bring up having one of his own, he’s deflected. Eventually, it reached a point that Zhenya decided that Sid was worth letting that possibility go.

“You want?” he manages.

“I never did, before,” Sid says, turning to look at Zhenya. The sun in his hair lights up his grays, gilding him like he’s wearing a halo. “Well, I never really thought about it enough to want it, and I figured if it was something I really wanted I’d know. But, you know, I’ve been thinking about…I’m not going to play forever, and you’re done after next season. And so many of the girls are expecting this year, it just…I thought about seeing you as a dad, and suddenly it felt like something I might want after all.” He shrugs. “I don’t even know where we’d start. It might not be possible if we’re not out. But…yeah, I think maybe.”

Zhenya doesn’t cry. Not then at least. But after Sid’s drifted to sleep in bed next to him, snoring open-mouthed and come they were too lazy to clean off drying tacky on his stomach, Zhenya allows himself a few private tears into his pillow.

You never really let go of your dreams, after all.

[sailermoon]

my single baggu flex is I own the sandy liang crescent bag and dopp kit. this would get me killed in some circles

[eskein]

Backpacks are one of the most popular bags of all time. You can carry it to work, casual outings with friends, a hike in the hills or a picnic at the beach. 

The versatility and durability of the leather backpack make it the best choice for people of all age groups.  For More Read - https://www.tumblr.com/eskein/734585037423607808/mastering-the-art-of-efficiently-packing-a-leather

[shipstorms]

more modern AU

Halfway through the episode, there’s a faint beep of a keycard and the door clicks open. Gale turns down the volume and stands up just as someone appears past the corner with a single duffel slung over his shoulder.

"Gale! Holy shit!" Bucky greets loudly, dropping the duffel onto the bed and pulling Gale into a hearty hug. All the action coalesces into a big blur, but he's solid and warm, the first person Gale's touched so closely in months.

"Hey there," he manages, face held tight against the ribbed collar of Bucky's t-shirt. 

Bucky smells like everything comforting: clean laundry, low-profile deodorant, a freshly sparked flint. And it has to be Bucky -- who else would have a keycard to the room? -- but Gale is just about knocked sideways by the sheer physical presence of him. Back then in Afghanistan, on truckloads of ephedra pills, Bucky had almost been thinner than even Gale. The person who stands before him now is hulking, both taller and broader than that rangy kid. Even his voice has thickened up rough with whatever he's been sucking through his lungs for the past few years. Which, judging by the Marlboros peeking out of his shirt pocket and Parliaments tossed onto the dresser, has been varied and plentiful. 

It takes a second to overwrite his memory of Bucky with this current iteration, and another second to react. He pats at Bucky's back, then drops his arms when Bucky grabs him by the shoulders and pushes them apart so they can look at each other. 

"Been awhile, huh? How've you been?" Bucky shakes him a bit. His expression is familiar, open and happy, the kind of smile that doesn't have to be earned, and all his other features fall into place around it. 

"John," Gale says. Even to his own ears, he sounds genuinely delighted. "You grew up."

Bucky laughs. "Pretty sure I was grown back then, but I know what you mean. You too, Buck. You look good."

Gale is about to say, not as much as you, or nah, not me, but maybe that would seem like he's too fascinated with this transformation. So he doesn't. 

"Do I still look psyops good?" he asks instead. 

He can spot the moment Bucky processes this reference and connects it to the correct memory. "Even more so," he confirms, eyes crinkling up with another wide grin. "They need to start putting this mug on recruitment brochures, I've been saying that for years."

He gives Gale a final squeeze before turning too soon to unpack his bag. A wrinkled suit emerges, followed by a dopp kit. "Can you believe Croz is getting married?" he asks with his back toward Gale. 

"Half the guys at Bagram got hitched before they even deployed," Gale points out, distracted, studying how Bucky's hair is still shorn down close, tapering to a dark point on his nape. The paleness of his upper arms peeks past his sleeves when he stretches out to toss a charging cord onto the pillow. 

"Love," he crows. "What a beautiful journey."

He heads over to the bathroom, hanging his suit on the door hook and emptying his kit by the sounds of it. "We got like an hour, right? Do you mind if I shower? Need to get some steam going to unwrinkle this thing." 

"Go ahead," Gale calls back. 

"We'll catch up after!" Bucky hollers.

The door shuts and the water turns on. Gale punches the TV volume back up, though he's already forgotten what myth they were busting in the first place. Something on screen gets smashed with a hydraulic press before exploding and he watches vacantly. Finds himself thinking again about how much Bucky has changed; marveling at it, almost, that this man had somehow burst forth from that cocky little grunt, sharp-chinned and dwarfed under his helmet, turning to face him in the dark the first night they'd met. The image is still clear in Gale's mind, revealing itself as a core memory that's been lodged in there this entire time without his knowledge or permission.

Gale rubs at his eye, tries to override it with the static of pressure, but it doesn't do any good. The real thing is right on the other side of that wall.

[pedropascalito]

The Last of Us Joel Miller Character Study S1E1: Joel's Drawer(s)

His literal drawer(s).

I changed the shadows to try to make out what he keeps in this top drawer and to the best of my eyes:

A green CD case. I have a green CD case just like this I keep DVDs in. Twins with Joel!

Sunglasses or eyeglasses case, which, come on Craig Mazin, we couldn't get even one shot of Joel in sunglasses? Have you never watched Narcos? Pedro looks divine in sunnies. Have you never watched We Can Be Heroes? Pedro looks divine in eyeglasses. Petition for more Pedro roles who canon wear glasses, please. Anyway...

Some sort of leather case/dopp kit style bag. Wrong shape for CDs, and I don't remember ever seeing a cassette holder like this. And that would be unlikely in 2003. Perhaps a keepsake box? It's well-worn around the edges and looks older, so whatever it is, it's important to Joel.

Random paper, maybe business cards or phone numbers?

And of course, money

6. What looks like a checkbook cover, which were def still in heavy use in 2003

7. The checkbook is resting on a darker object that I would guess is an address book. These were still very common in 2003 as we were making the transition from paper books to phone contact lists. I still had a contact book because at that time if you changed your phone, you could not export/import/sync contacts, so w had a master list. (I still have mine I think, but I don't update it anymore.)

8. The yellow plastic device looks like a stud-finder I used to own, which would not surprise me and would match the construction ephemera we saw on the desk. But, perhaps someone else knows what this is?

9. The white trim looks like the top of a catch-call basket and I can't figure out what the orange loop is. Not a headband. Maybe a kind of strap?

10. There looks to be some metal pieces inside the basket, and a metal device outside of the basket against the back drawer wall. It almost looks like an older pencil sharpener, but other than that, I can't guess. Anyone else have an idea?

11. It looks like a roll of Smarties candy under the stud-finder(?). I love the idea of Joel stashing candy in his drawer.

I love that the brown leather case and checkbook cover are classic, simple yet elegant in leather and very practical, and the brown leather case looks especially loved. I wonder what he keeps in there?

All together, this drawer is functional, relatively neat, and obviously he is not worried about Sarah borrowing money or seeing these possessions. Maybe he even leaves the candy for her, knowing she'll be in the drawer at times. Cutest dad ever.