It feels like only yesterday that I was unpacking what felt like all of my life's possessions after returning to Ireland, but three short months later, here I am again, filling my life (and my bedroom) with boxes and suitcases and bubble wrap. I have managed to get my hands on a cool, dark pink holdall to fly back to London, but the prospect of maneuvering it onto the tubes and lugging it around the streets of London is pretty grim. I'm made for a different era- that is, one with servants, or a chivalrous man, to carry around my Louis Vuitton trunk. Of course, I'm assuming that I would be the lucky, and more importantly rich, daughter of a Lord, which seems unlikely. Anyway, I wistfully researched vintage Louis Vuitton luggage, and it is stunning- some of it has been restored to excellent condition. But so impractical! I'm a modern gal, and all to aware of the weight restrictions on Ryanair flights- I'm sure the trunks alone weigh 15kg, never mind what has to be put inside them! Oh well, most of them are around the cool $30,000 mark to buy anyway, so I'll have to keep dreaming.
