I leave for business in Dallas on Thursday.
Trying to pack for a trip is one of those things that make a lunatic out of me. It lingers in my head swirling around causing confusion for weeks before departure.
Gone for three days? Full suitcase and a giant purse with a smaller purse. Gone for a week? Two full suitcases, a carry on, tote bag purse, regular purse and wristlet. And if the weather is going to be cold…god help me. The boots alone require separate luggage, let alone the scarves and coats.
I honestly don’t know what possesses me when it’s time to pack. I’m a spinning whirly-durbish of a typhoon making my way through the closet on a never-ending mission to find the perfect outfit for every occasion while away.
The struggle is real.
