|Have Tumi, will travel.|
Ed. Note: My great pal, superb writer and one time traveler, D.A. Wolf, of Daily Plate of Crazy, may or may not be attending a conference. Either way, she's already started to worry about how to pack for the possibility. She tells all below. . .
I’m thinking of attending a conference. Just thinking, mind you, as I plod through the logistical and financial details – finding the financial workable, and the logistical, well… daunting.
Oh, I can get to the conference easily enough, but I’m out of practice when it comes to socializing. You know. Icebreakers and things. But worse? I’m dreadfully out of practice when it comes to packing!
Where-oh-where is the toll-free emergency hotline, straight to my fashion travel guru, The Vivienne Files?
Just the other evening, I set about planning what I might bring for two days of sessions and two nights of “social interaction.”
The method to my madness? Whatever fits, and work my way from there…
I rummaged in my closet (dangerous territory, if truth be told). I tried on countless separates – jackets and skirts – and was able to narrow down to something other than my usual black on black, and for a little day-to-night glam, pearls.
But now what? I’m at an impasse. It’s a transitional season. I know little of the venue. I know nothing of the attendees, so aren’t I better off with some variation of business casual?
· Skinny pants and an assortment of tops?
· One skirt, maybe two, if it’s more upscale than I anticipate?
· And the evening events? Cocktails? Inside? Outside?
Naturally, there must be shoes. Boots and tights? Peep-toe pumps?
As I scrounged in my closet I grinned when I came upon my feather boas. Yes, boas. One in red, and one in black. Isn’t this part of every woman’s wardrobe?
I nix the boas and return to the shoes. Teal, red, purple, black. I eliminate the purple. I opt for black boots over pumps. One purse? Okay. Belts? Accessories? Umbrella in case it rains? Sneakers for the theoretical walking path?
(That’s the voice in my head, in case you were wondering.)
I’m spinning and I know it. Funny, considering I’ve been trying to de-stress and simplify. You know - disconnect more often, take a deep breath, focus on essentials.
But seriously - what will I feel like wearing when I get there? What if everyone is casual and I’m too dressy? What if everyone is dressy and I’m too casual? What do you do when you really don’t know what attire is appropriate? When appearances are important, isn’t too much choice a better choice than finding yourself with insufficient options? (Somewhere is Rachel Zoe smiling at my use of the term “options,” or is she shaking her head and muttering Ba-Na-Nas?)
I fiddle more with the clothes. I try them on again. I wind up with:
· one black fitted sleeveless cami – excellent for layering
· one little lightweight black jacket
· two black fitted tops (they go with everything)
· one crisp blue button down blouse
· one recently purchased much adored pumpkin-colored skirt
· one deep purple fitted skirt
· one ruby red fitted skirt
· black jeans
· turquoise jeans
· two neutral scarves
· two t-shirts, one for sleeping
But it’s too much! I’m in packing panic! That’s enough for a week and it’s going to take me a week to narrow it down. Maybe I should simply return to my usual black on black, with a touch of grey or camel. It's so versatile - and painless!
Decisions, decisions – and I don’t even know if I’m attending the conference.
Naturally, if I do attend – there’s makeup, shampoo, moisturizer, hair dryer, perfume, nail polish, and a few little medications. There’s my heating pad (just in case), a power strip (just in case), and of course – laptop, cell phone and charger, business cards, agenda – all neatly tucked into a casual briefcase.