I'm one of those people who turns packing for a holiday into a full-blown theatrical production. I empty my wardrobes and drawers like I'm hosting a garage sale, creating mountains of "must-have" items that I can't possibly leave behind. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not the kind of girl who needs to bring along a salon's worth of hair gadgets and a makeup store's inventory. That's just not my style. Nope, I'm the girl who prepares for every possible scenario: Summer holiday? Better pack for sunshine, heatwaves, rain, monsoons, snowstorms, blizzards, alien abductions, and unexpected hospital visits... you get the idea. Going away for a week? I've got an outfit for every day and every possible twist of fate.
So, here’s my conundrum: I’ve never packed for a 10-week adventure. I’ve never packed for a 10-week adventure on a teeny-tiny boat with storage space that’s smaller than my sock drawer. And I’ve definitely never spent 10 weeks away from a washing machine. Help!
So, how in the world am I supposed to shove all this into a suitcase? How do I turn this chaos into a capsule wardrobe that can handle 10 weeks of surprises but still tips the scales at under 23kg?
Yesterday, I concocted a master plan for packing. I began sorting and stacking, but quicker than you can say "oops," my plan went out the window, and my entire wardrobe spewed all over the floor. Frustrated with my epic failure to stick to the plan, I had to retreat for a cuppa and a gingernut biscuit to soothe my frazzled nerves. Once fortified, I bravely attempted round 2. Big mistake... I only managed to transform the bedroom into a disaster zone. More gingernut biscuits required!
Frazzle limit reached, It was time for an intervention, so I had a little chinwag with Rusty. He, in his infinite wisdom, suggested some ‘off grid’ washing machine alternatives that sounded like they were straight out of a survivalist’s handbook. Then, it was back to the packing grind! Exactly 29 minutes and 15 seconds later, my clothes were tucked away like sardines in a can, and i can breathe easy. Now, I just have those pesky last-minute items to wrangle.
Talk about a weight off my mind!
Have I thought of everything? Probably not, but I'll manage. And if I've gone too minimalist, well, who says going au naturel isn't a fashion statement?
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