Daily Cookie

I tried convincing myself all last week to be a better packer.  Pack only what you need, stick with the same color scheme, limit it to one pair of boots and one pair of shoes, mix and match, wear things twice. . . my self commentary went on. 

Last night, Becky and I took off for the start of our 12 day adventure in NYC with two events on our calendar.  I had to pay an extra $50 because my suitcase was over the “free” weight limit.  The attendant pointed out that I was only one pound shy of the $100 fee.  She went on to explain to me that if I divided my stuff between two suitcases I could beat the system and the fee.  Really?  And then who would pay the butler I would have to hire to follow me around hauling my two 50 pound suitcases, a carry on and computer bag? See how easily I can justify spending money.  Fifty bucks seemed like a steal.

Yesterday morning I went through my trunk again and convinced myself to take a few things out.  The end result was the abandonment of two pairs of jeans and one pair of black boots.  And I still looked like I was moving into the city for months.  All the self coaching and yet I still overpacked.  Its the type of disorder that truly becomes a part of you and your lifestyle.  See how easily I can justify my idiosyncrasies? 

So here I am on my first day staring into my hotel’s walk in closet wondering what to wear.  And you know what, I am not concerned.  I have options.  4 pairs of jeans and three pairs of black boots to name a few.  And you know what else.  I am not alone. 

My Becky must have had this problem before.  She was told at the airport to put a few more things into her smaller bag.  She had one very large trunk (bigger than mine may I add) and one medium size soft duffel that you just know you can cram shit in there right up until you have to straddle the sucker and squeeze it closed with your thighs to get the zipper zipped.  Bottom line she had two bags and overpacked too.  She won in the shoe category. . .I wont divulge how many pairs made it to the city, but I will tell you she beat me by four.  Apparently, she has options too.

It is really what it all comes down to.  I read countless articles in fashion magazines about these jet setter women who travel with one LV carry on and have the perfect ensemble for any occasion.  Yeah right.  These jet setters are exactly the type who do have butlers and PA’s that accompany them everywhere and carry all the other stuff that were just not appropriate for the article.  Better yet, they probably ship their stuff ahead of time.  They take one bag with them and then check into some little swanky resort out in the middle of nowhere and presto.  There in the suite is a fedex box waiting for them.

Guess what? Mine arrives today. More options.