Today, I opened up my carry-on suitcase, 22 x 14 x 9. Last week, I'd piled the clothes that I wanted to take.
Over the course of a weekend, I winnowed that pile down. As in, any shirt had to match with at least 3 other items (not including jeans). If it did not, it was put back in my drawer. The idea was to be able to mix and match so that it did not look like I was wearing the same clothes every day.
Looking at what was left, I set aside my bulkiest long cardigan, a nice dress shirt, a pair of jeans and my boots. These items would take up a lot of space in a suitcase. I will solve that problem by wearing those things on the plane.
I looked at the pile of stuff still laying on my bed - 4 long cardigans, one sweater, a pullover, 13 shirts, 3 pair of jeans, 3 pair of yoga pants, a dress, and unmentionables. I also had a gift for Cara and Colin and a package to go out in the mail once I get there.
It was still quite a pile of stuff, really.
But you never know until you try, do you? So I began folding everything tightly and fitting it snugly into my suitcase. It all fit, easily. I even have room for a pair of shoes!
Plus I still have my backpack.
I decided that I was a very good packer. The sort of person who should have been going on vacations right along. I was very proud.
Tonight, it occurred to me that I did not pack my flannel night gown.
Wonder what else I will remember that I forgot.