People start to get very nervous about “bathing suit season” when the weather starts to turn warm. I think you are all perfect little angel babies just like you are, of course, and if the spring thaw inspires you to leave your houses and move your bodies, then more power to you.
Members of the PurseBlog team have already started leaving our little New York City nest in pursuit of holiday travel adventures (and I will be joining their ranks tomorrow), so now seemed like a good time to contemplate the best-case scenario for what to carry with us when we fly, drive or train-ride our way to our holiday destinations.
We don’t cover travel gear often enough on PurseBlog, and that needs to be rectified. If you follow us on Instagram, you know our team travels frequently, and we love to show the bags we are carrying and what we see when we travel.
This past Saturday marked the official beginning of summer, according to nature, although the rest of us have been enjoying warm weather and leaving the office a little early on Fridays for weeks now. I celebrated this scientific designation by heading to the beach for a day, but if I were to turn a trip like that into a long weekend, I’d want the Herschel Malibu Collection Novel Duffel at my side.
Tomorrow, I set off for a week in Georgia to visit my family and attend my college’s spring football scrimmage, so I’ve been thinking a lot about travel bags in lieu of, you know, actually packing a travel bag. They’re the unsung heroes of the leather goods industry – they do a lot of work, and none of it is in optimal conditions, no matter how many ads leather goods brands show us that depict beautiful Italian men loading immaculate weekenders into the back seats of vintage convertibles.
Say you’re a person who owns a lot of designer bags. (That shouldn’t be too much of a stretch, if you’re already here.) You’re probably used to a certain level of quality and luxury in the things you carry, and when it comes time to get on a plane, you probably find your luggage a little bit underwhelming.
I went to the beach this weekend. On the surface, that sounds simple enough, but I am not a regular beach-goer. I’ve always loved the ocean, but I tend to be too much of a city-dweller to make it there with any regularity, and as of this weekend’s trip, it had been nearly two years since my most recent previous beach jaunt, and along with that, the last time I packed a beach bag.