Do I Look Fat In This?
How is it that I can go on innumerable trips each, and every year, and always feel completely flummoxed with the prospect of packing a bag? I swear I look at the suitcase and have to reinvent the entire process. How hard can it be?
The problem, or more correctly, the mountain I make out of this paticular molehill, is that there are such specific requirements for each trip. Plus, let’s not forget that I am fixated on packing light. (see title of blog above)
I think the St. Lucia part of my trip will be resort-smart-casual so I’ll need to get beyond yoga pants and flip flops. One needs to be semi-dressy, non? But it needs to be mix and match for optimal options.
There is also the fact that I’ll be traveling for god’s own amount of eternity to get there…which means comfy-squished-in-economy-outfits-that-are-also-practical-for-running-through-random-airports-to-get-to-the-next-gate stretchy clothes.
Then we have the jungle zipline outfit for my time in Antigua-Barbuda. What does one wear for flying through the jungle whilst wrapped in a corset on a carbinger? Let’s be practical here…perhaps something that wicks away the dank smell of fear?
The biggest issue is the shoes. If I could just get comfortable with bare feet in all situations, I’d have the packing thing licked. But there are sharp and pokey things out in the world so that fails to be an option. And my feet are not small, which translates to shoes that take up half my bag. Are you starting to see my problem? Really?
The various outfits have been strewn about our bedroom for days. My husband has the patience of a saint and says nothing about the constantly morphing pile. Enough already. I’m committing to the process. The most important thing is the toothbrush, laptop and camera…and something in black and the right scarf and…
I feel like Steve Martin in The Jerk, “But I need this. And I need this…”
