I’m all packed and ready to leave for Alt Summit tomorrow! I shouldn’t be congratulating myself for packing a 3-day trip into a carry-on, but I’m very pleased with myself for succeeding. I do wish, however, that my suitcase had a little more class than the Samsonite brick on wheels I’ll be hefting into the overhead. Like this, for example. But with enough room for the four pairs of shoes I’m bringing.
I am not a light packer. When my best friend came to visit me in NYC for a weekend, with only the canvas backpack she carried on the plane, I was appalled. Had she brought two emergency pairs of undergarments, an extra pair of jeans (they do get smelly, you know), and the flip-flops you never know you need until you arrive? Doubtful.
In my old age, as more of a example to my two girls than an attempt to curb my profligate packing, I am attempting to travel light. Which is why I prefer soft bags, that have more give for those extra pairs of socks that will come in so handy when it’s 47 degrees in your hotel room. Ame and Lulu’s bags fit the bill: made of strong material in patterns that hide inevitable travel smut, they are positively cavernous inside.
Translation: they can hold three days of clothes for me and my girls. My husband? He’s on his own.
To a pregnant, libation-deprived woman, very few things are as sexy as carrying two bottles of wine on your hip.
