my obnoxious carry on.

Coming home from Arizona, I was graced with what seemed similar to a third child.

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Dubbed "the white monster" by my Mother-- I had finally received the "pure white" king-size quilt that I had asked for over the phone.

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It was lovingly spring rolled tight, and tied with leftover fabric scraps.
My sister whipped me up a make shift bag from an old pillow case with extra long straps cut from some leftover thrift store yardage.

When I say extra long, they were extra long!

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So long as to be able to actually criss-cross and wear the bag like a pair of clown-like overalls and still have room for a party inside. (sadly, no picture is available!)

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It was a sight.

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But, I was determined to get aboard that flight with my quilt in hand, and make it home without a speck of dirt among it's bright whiteness.

My sister and her husband were miraculously departing from the same gate as I was and were able to help out a lot. It was so nice!

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While waddling to and fro, we kept hearing a slight ripping noise-- and would stop, only to check everything and shrug it off as our imaginations.

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Until, one whole side of the bag decided to give up the ghost and rip itself completely from it's matching counterpart. What a beast, that old white quilt. Causing a woman with small children in a busy airport such trouble!

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Stuck with a big white quilt and a homemade monstrosity unable to actually function as a bag anymore, we went to a ticket agent and asked for a plastic bag.

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What we got was even more obnoxious than the original-- at probably six feet in length, and wide enough for a small family of four to fit inside, I dumped my belongings in it and prayed that I would not run into anyone that I knew as I hoisted my gigantic clear, plastic Santa sack upon my back and waddled (with boys in tow) to our destination flight.

But, it made it home.

And, without a smidgen of dirt on it.

I love the pattern and the way it catches the light.

It makes my room so comfy.

It's perfection brings all of my collections together.

I was even inspired to set out some of my antique french school books.

And-- see my room all:

Thanks mom! I love it!