Have I ever mentioned that I truly, passionately hate to pack? Not only do I hate it, I suck at it. Maybe that's why I hate it. I always end up bring way too much stuff, or way too little stuff, or the right amount of the wrong stuff. I think it is an extention of my biggest fashion curse; no matter what the event, I am almost always under- or over-dressed, no matter how fabulous my outfit may be (and fabulous it is, have no doubt). No matter how many calls I make to other people attending the same function I am, I have a gift for wearing the wrong thing.
So here I am, half an hour before I am supposed to leave (oops, make that 20 minutes), and there is nothing in my suitcase except air. It would probably go a bit faster if I got off my arse and actually started, hunh?