the little suitcase
I am tempted to get on the plane tomorrow sans luggage, bringing the very very bare essentials with me in my purse and buying clothes in Chicago. That statement in itself is sickening, I know. But I don’t want to drag the big suitcase around the blue line walk it to wacker and then slug it on the red line. What was that? Use the little suitcase? I own a little suitcase? Hm.
I am a master overpacker because really, who knows what I’ll feel like wearing that day? I can’t tell you how many times my gigantic suitcase has been over 50 lbs. Yes, over 50! This time around it’s 2 pairs of jeans, 2 black dresses, a few shirts, a few sweaters, scarves, 2 hats, one other pair of shoes and jewlery. If I need anything else I will buy it and I’m hoping I won’t need anything else because it probably won’t fit on the way back.