The Must-Want Travel Accessory
Yes, I over packed. Of the four-page list of items needed for my
epic three-point-five-week vacation, I clearly could have survived without
several items. Did I need to bring my
iShuffle and my iPhone? No, but since
that impromptu trip to North Dakota (see “North Dakota on a Napkin” from
November 2011), I find a way to fit them both in my bag. Did I need my pom-pom scarf? No.
Did I bring it anyway? Yes. Did I need five pairs of shoes? My sons would say, no, I, however, feel
differently. And what about the
eight-inch-square pieces of taffeta that I brought along as a craft
project? Critical, no, but the fabric
laid flat and took up almost no space.
The pink pirate hat for 'Talk Like A Pirate' Day? Okay, maybe that was an extravagance, but
c’mon, our ship was The Pearl.
In a slightly impromptu moment as the “To Be
Packed” list grew, I decided it would behoove such a traveler as myself to have
a new, and larger, suitcase. The store I
selected offered a lovely array of non-traditional luggage and when it came
down to the two best choices, both hard sides, I had to decide between the case
featuring a photograph of the only state of the fifty I have yet to check off
the “Go, See, Do” list (see “Forty-Nine” from August 2012) which would
undoubtedly be perfect for a future vacation, or an obnoxiously loud print of
palm trees along a Floridian Causeway that resembled a cross between Miami Vice and Piet Mondrian. Plenty of space, smooth rolling wheels,
several sleek pouches, and an orange fabric lining made the bag lovely and
practical, but the outside screamed, “I’ll look sensational on the airport
baggage carousel.” So I opted for the
artsy choice and when she slid down the conveyor as my plane load of passengers
waited for their luggage, did she look fabulous!
Trip Two: eBay
She rolled smoothly through MCO and STL. She held the iShuffle, both pairs of boots
and my beloved atlas (see “Traveling with Boys” from November 2011). The taffeta stayed flat until day eight when
I finally drew them from their cozy pouch. And on September 19 I embraced the
pink pirate hat festively because my spectacular luggage offered room enough
for me to indulge my inner child and pack savvily. I imagined the adventures my crazy suitcase
and I would have in the future – pirates were just the beginning. But then, when we arrived home, I saw it:
cracked plastic around two of the wheels.
Thank goodness I saved the receipt and the warranty information.
On a far less glorious adventure, my suitcase
departed on its second trip without me, back to its home to be repaired, or
even replaced. If the former, we would
vacation again soon. If the latter, it
would be like the family goldfish – swapped out but looking so nearly identical
that I could get away with it. A month
later when the box arrived at my door, I neatly sliced the tape open with a
single scissor blade, and my breath caught in my throat at the site: a cross
between Piet Mondrian and FTD. It
undoubtedly had the same features, the same smoothing rolling wheels, the sleek
pouches, the lovely lining, and plenty of space, but it just wasn’t the
same. My truly unique traveling
companion had suddenly become a one-trip wonder and its distant cousin just
wasn’t going to get to experience the same future journeys that my vibrant palm
trees had known. I slid the wacky bouquets
of red roses and little white daisies back into the box and listed the
brand-new bag on eBay for someone else to make it a part of her travel
adventures.
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