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Do NOT order Hollis Brenner's bread bag if any of these five things apply to you. I'll keep this short because I'm sixty-six years old and I'm still a little annoyed. My daughter-in-law ordered one for me for Mother's Day. She'd seen it in Nancy Coleman's cooking club newsletter. I opened the box at the kitchen table. Cream cotton. A little strip of beeswax sewn along the inside. A small handwritten card from someone named Cathy. I smiled the way you smile when someone has clearly gone to some trouble. The second she got in her car, I told Robert exactly where it was going. The drawer under the microwave. With the eleven other kitchen gadgets I never used. I put a loaf in it that night anyway. Just so I could tell her I tried. Six months later, I have to admit something. I was wrong about the bag. But that does not mean everyone should own one. There are five kinds of women who will not be happy with this bag. I know because I have quietly told two women not to bother. Hollis is closing the workshop this month. After forty-two years. When the last bags ship from Rhinebeck, there is no second batch. Read the five reasons before you order. , Carol H. Charlottesville, VA