My new square Magic Bag arrives with commendable dispatch, just before my credit card gets cancelled owing to (as far as I can make out) someone in Quebec trying to buy a custom-made fireplace online with it. Someone not very bright: when you get a stranger's credit card number you buy $65 worth of gas or $120 worth of NY Harbour Cruise (to name real cases); or even $250 running shoes or a half dozen Zulily dresses. You don't buy a $5000 stone firebox: assuming that's what SQ Foyer Supreme is all about.
The Magic Bag is a weensy bit smaller than the old one, which makes me sad, but it must certainly smell better. And doesn't weigh as much as the ten pound neck wrap I was foolish enough to buy last weekend, that is only useful as (possibly) a back support cum weight-training device.