When I went to England and Scotland last year with my friend Michelle, we were polar opposites in terms of packing. Her suitcase was a thing of BEAUTY-streamlined, well organized, and she packed the perfect amount of things. Yup, that Chelly is a lean, mean, packing machine.
I, on the other hand, ended up lugging around a carry on, a humongous laptop bag and an extra large suitcase that weighed just over 50 lbs. and had a bright pink label stuck on it from the airport baggage people that basically said, “I AM A FAT ASS! DO NOT ATTEMPT TO LIFT WITHOUT A FORKLIFT OR INTRICATE PULLEY SYSTEM AND SAFETY GOGGLES!!!”
Yah. I’m bright like that.
From that point on, it seems like my packing skills (or lack thereof) have just deteriorated. Let’s take my preperation to take a quick weekend jaunt down to Salt Lake that has ended up as a five day experiement in car repair horror.
I woke up, showered, brushed my teeth and threw some random things in a bag.
Such planning and preperation! So, given this information do any of you really find it THAT surprising that I ended up on this little “Broken down car adventure” with NO PAJAMAS and FIVE PAIRS OF SHOES?
Yah, I really don’t feel THAT horrible about it. Although, I do admit that I HAVE TO STOP BUYING SHOES OR THIS SUMMER SHALL BE KNOWN AS THE IMELDA MARCOS INCIDENT OF ’08!!!! (I also should stop using so many capital letters when I post.)
While I do love my new shoes and can’t really regret them because of the fabulous buy that they were, I will cop to feeling very foolish that when I was flinging my personal belongings into a duffle bag, I somehow thought it was appropriate to pack three pairs of wedge sandals along on a two-day trip but only one bra.
(I know, I know. You all wish you were me.)
Thank goodness for Target.