What happened this holiday? First mistake: no list. Second mistake: the heady freedom of a larger suitcase. Third mistake: selecting items willy-nilly from the washing basket in a two-birds-one-stone attempt at getting things from laundry to closet. And fourthly: not bothering to make sure everything fitted. I ultimately ended up with two skirts and two pairs of shorts and five tops, but two of the tops didn't really go with either skirt, and one didn't fit; three dresses of which two need something over them and I only had one option to do that with, and the other was too hot and voluminous to wear on most days. I brought two cardigans and needed neither except for today's shoot and that was in air conditioned comfort and for a very brief time. I also went completely mad and brought four bathing suits. Who even has four bathing suits! And I completely forgot pjs altogether. I did make one shopping foray to try and correct this. Useless! I bought two more dresses. I don't, you will gasp to know, try anything on—I dislike changing rooms—and so one dress is lovely, the other urgh! I also got a bright yellow t-shirt with a cartoon Psy doing his dance on the front (the staff member did a little dance when he saw it while delivering room service the other evening—which effectively made it a worthwhile purchase). That became pjs but I would not be seen wearing it in public. All in all this was a lesson in disastrous packing and I hope you can learn form my mistakes. Coordinate, list, try. Simples.
Who wore it better?
Doing the link-in love-in today with: