I brought two dresses, nine pairs of pants, ten tops, and twelve pairs of shoes for the writers conference.
For four days.
When I asked Justin to retrieve the suitcase from the attic, my sweet husband heard, “Please get the smallest carry-on we own.”
How long have we been married?
My shoe bag was bigger than that teal pocketbook he grabbed, bless his heart.
In honor of the eight bags of various sizes that I ended up bringing, I pulled an excerpt from The Cinderella Rule.
High-maintenance? Mid-maintenance? You decide.
[callout]I threatened to wear jeans to my senior prom.
During my mandatory eighth grade summer school session, I wanted nothing more than to beat every guy in basketball and hide my blossoming figure. I loved football and made sure everyone knew it.
My jeans were baggy, my t-shirts baggier. I didn’t care to know the difference between foundation and powder. Lipstick was a dirty word and the only time a brush went through my hair was after a shower.
Now, I can’t pack for a weekend without having a bag for toiletries, hair supplies, makeup, and shoes. I have three cosmetic bags, each supplied with mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow and some sort of foundation or powder. I love hair and makeup tutorials (thank you, YouTube), and I find it relaxing to watch Netflix while curling my hair.
I’m not low-maintenance and I’m not high-maintenance, so I have dubbed that central ground as “mid-maintenance. Justin says only a high-maintenance person would invent a new maintenance category. I digress. [/callout]
[reminder]How many bags do you normally take on a trip? Can you fit everything into two carry-ons?[/reminder]