Ode to More than a Piece of Luggage

This weekend I visited NYC to take in Hamilton, listen to some Jazz at the Blue Note, eat some good food, and generally enjoy Manhattan in the not so springy springtime.  My suitcase did not join me for the trip.  Somewhere between the vestibule and the trunk it went its own way – ending our association.

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Kate Spade for Streamline Luggage

I said it was fine, that its just a material thing, not my good health, or the loss of someone you love, or something truly tragic like living in the middle of the country and not being able to smell the salt in the air, and take a dip in the ocean, where truly all your ailments seem to vanish away.  Nothing that catastrophic, and still it’s left me a little melancholy.

Dallas . TX Top at Blue Print Store.  Bottom Left:  Cape Cod, Middle:  Farmhouse Pottery, Woodstock. VT, Right:  Hermes Pop-up . Nashville . TN

My Kate Spade for Steamline Carry-on had been a lot of places with me.  I bought it just after I sold my first home – that was three homes ago, and at least a half dozen rentals.  It had been to Paris three times, to the South of France, to Venice, Croatia, Bosnia, Switzerland, and Costa Rica.  It had been to Florida, Maryland, Virginia, Tennessee, Texas, New York, DC, Illinois, Maine, Rhode Island, New Hampshire, Vermont and probably a few states in between.


The Club Car. Nantucket . MA

It was my constant Cape Cod companion, and adored Nantucket though it pretended to have no favorite.

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J’adore . Dior . Paris . France – Les Arts Decoratifs

Perhaps it grew tired of never be fully unpacked – not being allowed to breath.  Maybe it had some bad jeu-jeu like this rash that won’t seem to leave me alone.  Maybe I should consider it a ritualistic cleansing?  Do you suppose the same could be true of my adorable little Chanel booties – the ones that could carry me at a fast pace trot through the city with nary a complaint from me or the boot.  And what of my leather pants, and my beloved faux fir Gucci knock off slippers from Target?  What about them?

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That’s enough now – it’s enough.

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Water Taxi to Splendid Hotel . Venice . Italy – my Steamline was right beside me.

I had a beautiful weekend – even if I did have to wear the same clothes the whole time.  Sometimes you’ve just got to call a Spade a Spade – I’ll carry on….wink, wink.  See, I still have my sense of humor.  I never pack it, it should always be readily available.

Happy Sunday.

Splendid: It’s in the details

I love to travel.  Oh I’ve had my fair share of inconveniences, delayed planes, missed ferries, lost luggage.  I remember a time fondly, when I was detained in China, passport taken – presumably for safekeeping, though very little was communicated to us – and left for 24 hours in a hotel room.  I had no visa, so no actual right to be there, but had missed my connecting flight to Vietnam.

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Isn’t that coral glorious?

When I did arrive I learned a thing or two about travel.  First, time is perceived in wildly different ways around the world.  Itineraries are loose guidelines and not permitted to get in the way of adventure.  If you were expecting to start your trip in the Northern region of the country and instead you land in Saigon – you’ve been given the gift of seeing things a little differently.  Train only has one track that everyone must share – be kind – be thoughtful – wait your turn. You’re asked to sample the local cuisine and think to yourself…is it a grasshopper, an eel, some indiscernible meat…as long as it didn’t find its way to you via a street vendor – be polite – try it – prepare to be surprised and perhaps also delighted.

Travel is supposed to be at times hugely uncomfortable, a little frightening, and most definitely frustrating.  If we weren’t made to be pushed outside our carefully packaged existence, how would we know for what we’re capable of?  Where would our very best stories come from?

A Splendid bed

A built-in that accommodates a chair…love at first sight.

For me, some of my greatest inspirations came from traveling to foreign lands.  Naturally I find my imagination is sparked by architecture and interiors, but comes too from the color of the water.  The South China Sea so vastly different than the Aegean.  The ruffled leaf on a plant, a spikey fruit, the smooth ballast stones that line a dusty Roman Street.

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Table with a view.

In just 10 days, I’ll be off to experience a whole host of inconveniences, gastronomic wonders, cultural disconnects and humane gestures, humidity so thick you can cut it with a knife, the crisp prickly sensation of Dalmatian salt drying on cool skin, and with absolute certainty – architectural splendors.  First Stop Venezia.

Tucked under the eaves never felt so cozy, the simple molding makes the space special.  Rich purple accents, front and center on the headboard, and peaking out from behind the curtain tie the rooms accent color in beautifully.