This is what we call “a quandry”
March 8th, 2006 RachelInspired by Puntabulous, though not nearly as humourous…
The next time I *ever* say to anyone, "gee, I don’t have anything to wear…", you know have the photographic proof to say "hey, you - yes you friggin do."
We’ll start with a look at the amount of clothes I was dealing. You see, I leave first thing tomorrow morning for SXSW in Austin, TX. I’m gone for ten days…ten days where I’ll need day wear (okay fine, that’s provided for me…ya got me) and evening wear. Clothes for sleeping, clothes for dancing. Clothes for dinner, clothes for hanging out.
Notice and enjoy the kitties who kept me on track.
Needless to say, this is not going to be a "carry-on only" journey.
I don’t really know where all these outfits, shirts, skirts, and pants came from. I mean, yeah, I know I’ve got stuff…
- But it always amazes me to see everything (well, pretty much everything) in one big mountain.
Tucker helpfully pointed out that I forgot this pile over by the front door. Thanks Tucker. I definitely wanted that skirt, and I’ve been wondering where that shirt had gone…
So, I sorted…I picked and I chose, I left out things I’d like to take and I included things that may never actually leave my suitcase (but I need the option, in case I really do want to wear it…)
In the end, the choices weren’t as difficult as I thought it would be. I’m excited to wear a few new shirts (can’t you tell I needed them) while down there…and it’ll be excellent to be back in summer wear after this Canadian winter…
Here’s what I ended up with in the "yes" pile (underneith there is my suitcase).
So, two laundry baskets and a half made up the pile of clothes that weren’t going to make it this time (hmmm…in hindsight I should probably be also making a note of things I will never wear again, not just never wear in Austin).
Here’s Penny making sure I don’t grab anything from the "no" pile.
Now the fun part.
I cleared off the pile and began folding, rolling, stuffing, and squeezing clothes wherever they would fit.
Tucker inspecting my work.
I won’t lie (and I’m sure you already knew this by the feline infestation that’s going on in this post…), I’m going to miss the kitties. I know Harley won’t be missing us - he’s going to be spoiled rotten at his grandparents’ house!
Look! The back of the couch has re-appeared! Too bad there’s still that big pile behind the suitcase to go…
I’m going to have soooo many things to iron when I get there…but overall, this is quite a successful packing job so far!
Ahhhhh…all in there…(well, except for socks and intimates…)
Yeah, I packed cotton shorts and sweat wicking t-shirts to try and motivate myself to actually get a little exercise while I’m there…
The suitcase is now packed!
I had a photo of just the suitcase, but this one is just so much more fun…
And Penny has a new perch to view us from.
Now all my apparel is ready to go. Well, except shoes.
Oh, shoes. That’s a whole other quandry…for after America’s Next Top Model.
