I'm sitting on my couch, with an open suitcase in front of me and laundry piled all around me. I have to pack for stupid work trip. It's giving me major anxiety.
This is going to be a conference filled with rich, beautiful people. They can afford designer wardrobes and personal trainers.
I am neither rich nor beautiful. My wardrobe is straight from Target. My personal trainer is You Tube.
And the clothes I do have are ill fitting. My big clothes are now too big but my skinny clothes are still too tight. And it's in the desert, so it's going to be warm. It's a lot easier to hide my size under a sweater than under a thin shirt. If only the conference was in another month or two, so I had a chance to lose another 10-20 pounds!
And the masquerade-- the friggin' 1920's themed mystery dinner theater. Lord help me.
Other than the masquerade dinner, the conference is casual. So I have my dress, hose and shoes for the dinner. I have two pairs of jeans and a pair of capris for the other days. I have work out clothes in case I have the wild desire to exercise. I need a couple of nice shirts to wear with the jeans, and maybe a sundress to wear if we go out for drinks one night, and something to wear when lounging around the hotel....
Dang, I'm going to need to pack like four pairs of shoes. Good thing I'm checking my luggage.