On a French class trip to Canada in 5th grade, I thought it'd be fun to go be rascally with the boys, so I jumped in a lake...in jeans...right before a five hour bus ride with no access to my suitcase (or a place to change and preserve any kind of modesty). I have no plans to take a dip into the Bosporus, however, the forecast for Istanbul calls for undesirable quantities of moisture. So, in hopes of saving my feet from the wet misery of the bus trip and my suitcases from the space-suck required for duck boots or wellies, I bought Totes. Men's over-the-shoe Totes. But then I cut them up...and painted them. They're not velvet. They're not even remotely feminine, but they'll pack up nicely and - from a distance - maybe even pass.