It’s happening again. I’m staring down a gigantic, empty suitcase. At some point in the next twenty-four hours, this suitcase needs to be filled with a carefully chosen mix of fabulous outfits and interesting accessories, an organized selection of cosmetics and personal care products, and all the extras and essentials I want and need for the next ten days.
Fine, who am I kidding? the truth is that I am probably going to toss in a jumble of whatever I can grab, cross my fingers, and hope for the best. If I’m lucky, I’ll have both pieces of a two-piece swimsuit. If I’m really lucky, those pieces will match.
I’m totally a packing procrastinator. I don’t know why I wait until the last minute. Am I waiting for inspiration to strike? Hoping that more fun, fabulous pieces will find their way into my wardrobe while I’m not looking? Wishing that someone would just do it for me? Yes. All of the above.
Instead of packing, I find myself cruising Polyvore. I tell myself it’s for inspiration. But really, do I need packing inspiration? That sounds ridiculous when I say it out loud. I would definitely “tsk,” snort, and roll my eyes if someone admitted that to me.
Nonetheless (I love that word), here I am. On Polyvore again. I’m wasting time in the most ridiculous way. I even created a visual list of what I will pack in my beach bag. If I can manage to get off Polyvore.
Wish me luck.