Cheetah-print tank top, where are you!? I peer out into the jungle, also known as my closet. The top is wild, low-cut, and will require a sweater to tame it.
But which sweater? I can’t decide and so I grab two.
I am in the middle of packing for a family vacation to Wisconsin. That’s right. Wisconsin. The fashion capital of the world. You never know who you’ll run into in Door County.
An hour later, I am sitting on my suitcase, trying to smash it shut. And that’s when my husband walks in.
He shakes his head like a dog with water in its ears. While he’s trying to find the right words, I launch my attack. The best defense is a good offense, especially when it comes to overpacking.
“Hey, I bet you’re bringing your golf clubs!” I tell him. “And I know you’re packing a fishing pole too.”
“I am,” he says. “But those are necessities.”
“Like wide-legged jeans in three colors aren’t they?”
He reminds me we’re only going for a week — and two of those days we’ll be traveling in the car.
Traveling clothes! How did I forget about those?
So many outfits, so little time. I figure I’ll change my ensemble at least twice a day. And then there’s the matter of footwear: hiking shoes. Flip flops. High heels. Strappy sandals.
“I packed a cocktail dress in case we visit a nice restaurant,” I tell him.
“Oh, that’ll go well with my khaki shorts,” he says and smiles.
Unlike my husband, I need wardrobe choices. I pack tops in several colors so I can match what I’m wearing to my mood. You can’t wear yellow on a blue day. Well you can. But only if you look good in yellow.
My sister, Melanie, looks great in yellow. She also is great in listening to my problems. And she agrees that overpacking isn’t one of them.
“You don’t want to be a ‘Black-cident,'” she tells me.
“And Black-suh-what?” And ask.
“A Black incident. It’s a combination of black and accident. It means someone who’s so lazy they dress in black from head to toe.”
“You mean I should unpack my little black dress?” I ask and sigh.
“No. Just wear it with a pair of chartreuse heels and you’ll be fine. Oh and jewelry. Lots of jewelry. You’ll need something that pops.”
Right now, the only thing popping is my suitcase. I grab a canvas bag from my closet and start tossing in swimwear.
Now where did I put that cheetah-print tank top?