I rebel in very strange ways. Of all of my idiosyncrasies, the one that probably drives Jim the craziest is my inability to pack for a trip until the 11th and a half hour. And here I am, ready to travel tomorrow evening and have I even gotten a suitcase out yet? Nope.
But, my argument always is "I'm thinking about what I'm going to take. I've packed in my head." (Please note that I use this rationalization in other areas of life as well.) I do have a busy weekend coming up - I'll be at the Atlanta Market for the day on Saturday and then driving to my Mom's house on Saturday night. I'll spend Sunday with her and with my brother, his wife, and my niece and nephew before getting on a plane and flying back late Sunday night. And because I won't be coming home before going to work on Monday, I also have to have an outfit for Monday (and to top it off I have a presentation that day too!)
The factors are comfort, style, and a small suitcase. So what am I going to take?
For Market on Saturday:
Sunday with the Fam (and Travel that evening):
See, I'm packed!!