The Many Uses For Vintage Suitcases

I have a strong love for Vintage Suitcases. There is something about them... maybe it is like people with vintage books. The smell and the look and the feel and everything.

I started looking up unique things people do with vintage suitcases and came up with a collection of pictures that inspire me and bring me a unique joy. I hope by scrolling through these images you will find something to brighten your day. If you do not share this love, let me know what you do love and what you are inspired by - for no rhyme or reason.

I don't usually start with my favorite image, but I couldn't resist. I wanted to hook you :)

I love that you can make them match... I am sure this is tough but worth the final product!

Planting plants in a suitcase?!? Yes please.

This would take an expert hand. I want to buy this!

This is what I use my suitcases for. Storage!

This collection of images makes me happy.

I hope this collection made someone smile. It definitely worked for me!

Happy Thursday everyone. The weekend appraoches fast :)

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