Packing (in my mind)
Why is packing such a nightmare? So many fucking categories. Wonder if everyone else tries on every single thing they own before packing it then inevitably take a bunch of things they definitely won’t end up wearing?! Probably not. I like to think I’m very organised ever since my bestie gave me the packing cubes and rolling up a shoe organiser hack however, I still end up with way too much or a whole load of nothing then end up living in denim shorts and various different tops.
I like to glamourise my holidays in my mind, ooo this outfit will be perfect for a night out (who do I think I am?) or this flowy dress will be perfect for the beach…swimwear is for the beach Poppy get a grip, only people on the internet wear ‘beach outfits’ for their pretty photographs, I am not internet people. I hate wet sand stuck to my feet and live in a bikini until I’m leaving the beach. I don’t sunbathe, I swim, I get bored easily and hate being too hot. I try to be sensible and plan my outfits like the real housewives of Orange County (guilty pleasure) to save decision time (and space) but the reality is I end up with six pairs of denim shorts that all fit me completely differently, twenty odd tops and some just in case ‘fancy’ outfits that seemed like a good idea at the time. My wardrobe is 80% going out clothes which is ironic for someone that rarely goes out anywhere that you might wear a fully sequinned jumpsuit.
Then there’s the toiletries. I like to think I use quite a small amount of products but packing a bag four bags of toiletries beg to differ. There’s the make up bag (must take all eyeshadows I own despite using the exact same two eye make up techniques for my entire life – everyday and evening duh!), then there’s the toothpaste, shower gel, face wash, etc bag. Medical bag of course (because obviously you can’t just buy germolene and paracetamol literally anywhere) last there’s the sun cream bag which in our case is HEAVY (many children, sensitive skin and two easy burners). Electricals. Obviously I need my Polaroid camera so I can take photos in sunlight so bright they fail to develop properly, then my actual camera that sometimes just doesn’t work/takes blurry photos for no apparent reason, also my phone (obviously can’t take all holiday photos on phone ugh!). All of this for husband face to come in with his tiny pile of clothes, one bottle of aftershave and a ‘what the fuck is all this for?!’ face.
Alas, nonsense.