So I'm way, way behind on posting about this load that went to the SPCA thrift store almost three weeks ago now. It consisted entirely of things used to carry or display other stuff.
First up is my soft-sided American Express Centurion luggage. My memory on how I got these is fuzzy; I think I got them as part of some promotion ("just $99 when you sign up for . . .") and I have had my Amex card since 1989, but I'd swear I hauled these four all four years of college, which would have been earlier. Huh. Here we see the large bag and the garment bag. I think there was a smaller carryon type bag I probably used until it fell apart. There was also a small zippered document bag. I've kept paperwork in it, most recently my real estate paperwork, but I switched that to another folder a couple of years ago and probably ditched that document bag at that time.
I cannot possibly have used this luggage since at least 1998, and why would I? I bought a backpack for European walkabout in 1994, and used it for domestic trips until it was lost by Continental airlines in 1998. Since then I travel much lighter, with a small rolling suitcase like nearly everyone else. If that won't hold everything I want, I'll mail things to my destination before I'll check a freaking bag. I also date last use circa 1998 because that's when I broke up with the guy who probably gave me the cat-shaped brass knuckles (go ahead and Google that, there's more than you'd think) that I found in one of the pockets.
Next are the hard-sided suitcases. The smaller one, I've had forever, must've been my mother's. Even when I was a kid I thought it was cool. As a child, I took it on a sleepover or two, maybe even to visit the grandparents in Oregon. I may have dragged it to college once or twice as a carryon to shield something breakable. But who needs the weight these days, am I right, especially since I'm hauling other things I won't check, and it won't hold a laptop. This suitcase, along with the soft-sided luggage, lived under the stairs for the entire 10 years I lived in the condo. I can tell because when I went to look it over I found it to be full (sob!) of china, wrapped in late 2001 newspapers.
The other suitcase is from my brother's. I never used it - it had a weird smell that took forever to get out, and it would have been even more awkward than the other one to actually use. And it looks cool, too, but is not in great condition, really.
OK, the bike bag - I bought a pair of these around 1991 when I had a grand plan to bicycle Europe. I did schlep the works to London and decided that that sort of trip wasn't for me (I returened a few years later and do the more standard backpacking trip). I used a single bag on and off for a long time for just getting about - did I mention I didn't learn to drive until I was 27? No idea when I got rid of the first half, but here goes the second. On the rare occasions I am cycling and need to carry something I'll bungee cord it to the rack and/or use a backpack.
On to the purses, what can I say, except that I can't find the photo of them. A few years ago I decided I liked a certain red patent leather look and ran with it to the tune of having three of them at one point. One of these I carried for some time; another was bought "in case" and still had the tags on it. The third and smallest I used for just one week, when the Kidlet and I drove cross-country in her VW Beetle and I was traveling light. (These are all pretty cheap Liz Claiborne handbags. If Brighton would issue the Seven Snake Bucket in red, I just might shell out for it.) I'm currently doing fine with a couple of crossbody handbags, a brown one from Highway and a black one from Fossil.
The wicker baskets are probably from the dollar store and I possibly had some vague notion of putting bread in them. I do actually bake bread sometimes, but I wrap it in plastic so it won't get stale. On the rare occasions I am serving rolls, those go in the bowls my mother and grandmother served rolls in. The wire basked is one of those hanging tiered jobs. I had it up in my kitchen in the apartment I lived in from 1999 to 2001. Never had it up in the condo, and won't put it up here.
The little shelves are from Ben Franklin's Crafts. I know this because the price stickers were still on them. These actually were used for nearly the whole time I was in the condo, and they were fine where they were, but I don't see myself using them in this house, so they are gone.
First up is my soft-sided American Express Centurion luggage. My memory on how I got these is fuzzy; I think I got them as part of some promotion ("just $99 when you sign up for . . .") and I have had my Amex card since 1989, but I'd swear I hauled these four all four years of college, which would have been earlier. Huh. Here we see the large bag and the garment bag. I think there was a smaller carryon type bag I probably used until it fell apart. There was also a small zippered document bag. I've kept paperwork in it, most recently my real estate paperwork, but I switched that to another folder a couple of years ago and probably ditched that document bag at that time.
Next are the hard-sided suitcases. The smaller one, I've had forever, must've been my mother's. Even when I was a kid I thought it was cool. As a child, I took it on a sleepover or two, maybe even to visit the grandparents in Oregon. I may have dragged it to college once or twice as a carryon to shield something breakable. But who needs the weight these days, am I right, especially since I'm hauling other things I won't check, and it won't hold a laptop. This suitcase, along with the soft-sided luggage, lived under the stairs for the entire 10 years I lived in the condo. I can tell because when I went to look it over I found it to be full (sob!) of china, wrapped in late 2001 newspapers.
The other suitcase is from my brother's. I never used it - it had a weird smell that took forever to get out, and it would have been even more awkward than the other one to actually use. And it looks cool, too, but is not in great condition, really.
On to the purses, what can I say, except that I can't find the photo of them. A few years ago I decided I liked a certain red patent leather look and ran with it to the tune of having three of them at one point. One of these I carried for some time; another was bought "in case" and still had the tags on it. The third and smallest I used for just one week, when the Kidlet and I drove cross-country in her VW Beetle and I was traveling light. (These are all pretty cheap Liz Claiborne handbags. If Brighton would issue the Seven Snake Bucket in red, I just might shell out for it.) I'm currently doing fine with a couple of crossbody handbags, a brown one from Highway and a black one from Fossil.
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