Friday, January 20, 2012
Packing for trips
In morning I fly out. First to Orlando where I am overnighting at an airport hotel, and then on to Tennessee to see the spouse. Thursday morning we go to NYC, and Sunday I fly home.
In between making 18 quarts of homemade dog food for the boys (I have a friend from work staying here and a dog walker coming by in the days) I am trying to pack.
I am the World's Worst Packer.
I wish I was more like my grandmother who was a Great Packer. The mistress of the rolled garment, underwear in shoes, and things packed in plastic. She traveled a lot. She and my grandfather had an arrangement that involved him staying at The Store and her going to Switzerland to buy cuckoo clocks (OK she did this only once) or freeloading on relatives who she claimed where "desperate to see me" (she did this a lot, although usually only once per venue).
She was such a great packer she even wore three dresses on top of each other when going through customs after shopping in the States.
But that's another story entirely.
Thing is I too have traveled a lot, used to do it for work, and I should have learned something by now.
I can say with confidence that I haven't learned a thing and am not one bit improved.
This is a nuisance.
My specialty is packing way too much and all of it being the wrong thing. I have a hard time transitioning my head for a different climate then the one I am in. I once went to a convention in Las Vegas in March with a suitcase full of wool leotards and wool suits and big boots. I had sweat flattening my hair the whole time, not really a glam look.
Then there was the time we drove to Montreal for my son's graduation and I packed all our tops in one bag and all our bottoms in the other.
And left the bottom's bag at home.
Good for 200 miles of "I saw it but thought you were going to bring it."
I also am a victim of the "what if, just in case" scenario. I usually pack about five pairs of shoes (rainboots in case in rains, heels in case it's a nice restaurant, running shoes in case I work out in the hotel gym, (I never do), walking shoes for shopping, slippers for the room, other shoes that aren't real heels in case the restaurant is one that I have to walk to.)
You get my drift.
This is why my preferred mode of transport is by car.
With a van, car top carrier, and trailer my husband has to haul to accommodate my stuff when I am gone more than a week and Need Projects, I do fine. On these stupid airlines where they weigh bags and charge you extra for extra pounds and for each bag even things are more stressful.
The big change in my view of this whole issue has resulted from watching my son's NYC girlfriend come for visits.
This kid always looks totally appropriate and chic and, get this, she doesn't check any luggage, she only travels with a tiny carry-on. My first words when I pick her up are always "That's it?"
So this trip I am trying to emulate her Babs style. For me this means only one large suitcase and one normal purse.
And I am only wearing short boots on my feet and only two more pairs of shoes packed. Black, white and grey clothes (remind me to finish those two pairs of StyleArc Linda pants). We will see how this goes.
What are your packing tips? What are your best travel garments?
Posted by Barbara at 12:35 PM