Day 157: Lists Are Under-Rated

Being what I perceive to be fashion challenged, I would rarely deign to offer advice, but here is some in the form 'what not to do': packing for holidays. I am normally quite good at this. Usually there will be a small number of bottoms with a slightly larger number of tops. They will be checked for compatibility with each other and for fit. There will be some essential basics like singlet tops and outer wear. There will be a casual and a slightly smarter pair of shoes. There will also be some pjs in the form of a top or t-shirt that, at a pinch will do for day wear if needed—say, for example, if everything else is in the wash. These items are put on a list. That way they can be contemplated, planned and accounted for. They then fit snuggly into a small suitcase and we're off.

List_Addict               Irene

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.

The Outfit
Top: Op-shopped
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Skirt: Op-shopped

The Holiday Photo

Cocktail: Mai Tai, ReBar; white rum, dark rum, muddled mint, orange juice, agostura bitters
Steampunk: light feature on stairway down to the Tin Mine Restaurant

Photographer de Jour: V——

Who wore it better?

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  1. Well done List Addict.
    Thanks for a fantastic get away.

  2. I want one of those yellow tshirts for Tommy. Psy's number one fan. He also really likes peppa pig so there is no accounting for taste.

    You made me anxious with you holiday packing story. I hate holiday packing. It is the one and only reason I don't travel.

    Have fun


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