My pal Krissie has the ugliest suitcase on the planet, a dingy pink monstrosity she affectionately calls the Pig. We’ve travelled all over the world with the Pig, and while you’d think its ugliness would become more endearing, it remains the Embarrassment on the Baggage Carousel. Then I painted silver stars on my luggage and Krissie said, “Fix the Pig.” Except we were never together long enough for me to do it, so when she left this time, I handed her my silver star suitcase and said, “Leave the Pig. I can’t stand it anymore, I’m fixing it.”
So the Stars went to Vermont and the Pig stayed home:
Obviously, I’m sticking with the pig theme as I contemplate my fix.
There are strips of pink suede at the top and bottom, so I’m leaving them alone (pigskin). There’s also a front pocket that covers the front of the pig, so that’s going to be the head. That leaves me not much room for the ears, but gobs of room for that great wedge shaped nose and maybe the sly smile from the giant pig sculpture I found. But the real impact is going to come in its little piggy eyes.
The problems? The parts of the Pig that aren’t suede are slippery, tough plastic fabric that I don’t think is going to take paint well. I’m contemplating a bleach pen, but I’m going to start with white latex and see what happens. Then there’s the basic design itself. It has to be simple because this is a suitcase; nobody is going to be staring at this over a long period of time, contemplating it as art. So it has to be graphic yet lovable, simple yet clearly a pig. And it has to be something Krissie isn’t ashamed to take to the airport, although shame is not something Krissie has a passing acquaintance with so it’s really my artistic pride on the line here.
This isn’t going to be the Twelve Days of The Pig (I hope), but tune in tomorrow to see the next step. Things may slow down again once the beta reads for Wild Ride come back (yes, we have a truck draft!), but I am determined to Fix the Pig. No suitcase has defeated me yet.