It’s not that I collect suitcases – that suggests a purposeful endeavour – but I do have a collection of old suitcases; thirty-nine or so at last count. They present themselves and I scoop them up, usually at garage or church sales.
Over the years they have been most useful as storage of fibre – wool and material, art supplies and projects, clothing…… Etc!
These are the two most recent acquisitions. Most have come singly but some do come as a set. That is the neighbourhood cat, Bombay, checking them out when I first brought them home.
I like it very much when I also learn the history of the suitcases – like the one given to the woman for her high school graduation forty years ago and the one a young man brought from England when he emigrated more than sixty years ago.
A label such as this one also pleases me.
They can perform double duty. These are now end tables beside the day bed that serves as a chesterfield.