I bought my first vintage suitcase about eighteen years ago and since then my collection has grown considerably. I love them for various reasons, mostly because each one tells a story about a mysterious traveler on their way to who knows where. Sometimes when I bring one home and start cleaning it up, I'll find an unexpected surprise inside such as a vintage hankerchief, a coin or key, (I love it when that happens!). Recently I've begun to weed out my suitcase collection and keep only the ones that I truly love: the tweed ones!
I have stacks of them throughout the house in different rooms and each one is full of something fun, (or weird). My kids are gonna have a hayday when they have to go through all these suitcases one day when I'm gone. They'll laugh, (and maybe cry), when they see all the stuff that I've saved through the years - the poor things!