Somewhere along the way, I realized that I loved old suitcases. Maybe it was something I saw in Victoria Magazine. It was so long ago that I don't recall. For the past five years or so, I've been picking up vintage suitcases at church tag sales, from the curb waiting for the trash, and, most recently, for $4 from Goodwill.
Finally, I have enough to make the stacked vignette I've been planning for my stair landing for all these years. That's my grandmother Dunn in the flapper-esque picture. I believe this was her engagement photograph. The little orangey box came from her dresser set from way back then. There was a mirror, long gone now.
