Piles of style
I’ve been bouncing in and out of Denver this summer – it seems like I haven’t been home for more than 3-4 days at a time before I’m packing up and heading out to the next destination. Admittedly, I am the world’s worst packer, and always wind up packing way too much or way too little or way too… wrong. In Portland last week, I unzipped my suitcase to find one pair of jeans, my running shoes, and a cardboard box of food. That was basically it – hence the circumstances of having to wear my black racerback tank with a rainbow graphic eagle on the front. To work.
But at least I had my baby carrots!
Last night at 11pm, I started packing for tonight’s trip to Seattle. I walked into my bedroom and stared at my suitcase, and suddenly felt my brains sucking out of my ears until my skull was completely devoid of any logic.
“What am I going to wear?” I despaired. “I HAVE NO CLOTHES.”
Hopeless Annie was about to win. She was about to slide open a dresser drawer and just dump whatever contents therein into her Samsonite, and call it a night. She was going to show up in Seattle and realize, “I have no shoes.” She was going to be content looking like a vagrant in front of some of her dearest friends.
All was nearly lost.
Hopeless Annie was bound and gagged, and had a pillowcase thrown over her head. By whom, you ask? Assertive Annie. Assertive Annie came out of nowhere, took the reins (as she is wont to do), and formulated a plan.
I do so love a plan.
I spent the next hour – yes, 60 entire minutes – trying on clothes. Outfit after outfit, drawn from my closet – and when something “worked,” it was put in a pile on the bed. I concocted combinations of clothing for each day in Seattle, from the shoes to the belts to the earrings. I even made sure I had the right underwear for each pair of pants (bikini or thong? bikini or thong?). And in my “extra” pile, I put a few pieces of insurance – the t-shirt that never goes wrong, the flip-flops I can wear if all else fails, etc.
I am ready for this trip.
I am prepared.
If this plan works – if I am able to successfully marry style and practicality from the articles that show up with me in Seattle tonight – then mark my words, I will post pictures. Because when it comes to clothing, I generally have about as much panache as Pat Robertson has tact.
This could be a turning point.