I have this empty space above my pantry in my kitchen that has been empty for awhile. I know what I want to do with it, but it's taking time to gather everything I want for this space. One of the things I have wanted is some old suitcases. The cool thing about these suitcase is that they are my grandma's, so not only do I have the suit cases I have been wanting, but I have some that have memory and meaning behind them.
The small suitcase doesn't even close, I remember my grandma using an elastic to hold it shut. I love how it's looking so far, I still want more things up there, but this is a start and every time I look up to this little space it makes me smile, because of the memories of my grandma.