Blissdom is Not Checking Two Bags

by Margo on February 3, 2010

packing for nashville

This vast cavern provides an unexpected rush of optimism.

Until today I was not an efficient packer. When it comes to air travel, I’ve always been a two bag, over the weight limit kind of gal. Blame it on the fact that since the birth of my first child – 17 years ago - I don’t get out enough. So when I do, I go a little nuts.

In honor of the fact that I am starting a travel website and I am going to the Blissdom conference tomorrow in Nashville, I’ve challenged myself to pack in one little bitty old suitcase. This piece of luggage, my more intrepid husband’s 22″ Travelpro, theoretically could even be carried on the plane. I tell you right now, that isn’t going to happen. (I thought it might for around 5 seconds, but when I mentioned it to Dave this morning he seriously spewed his coffee.)

All women know the TSA regulations for carry-on bags are meant for annoying people: females who are size quadruple zero and don’t wear make-up and men who don’t ever change their clothes. Since I plan to change my clothes like Oprah on crack, the idea of carrying on my one and only suitcase will just have to remain conceptual. I’m more than a little willing to pay up.

But beware: I plan on testing the Travelpro 5’s expansion technology to the point of near rupture. Is that the entire contents of my flying closet sprinkled on the tarmac?  Not to worry – the xanax is in my purse.

As I begin, I can’t help but notice that this suitcase looks like it can really hold a lot. Then I remember these:

Shoes on the Ground

Premptive Strike: Yes, I've pulled the pair I'm wearing on the plane already. And yes, that's two pair of boots.

When packing,  it is better use of space to roll, instead of fold clothes.

packing for nashville

Rolled clothes for 4 days sans shoes and underpinnings

Underpinnings? I’m not even sure what that word means. It sounds so architectural. Well, if it doesn’t mean “everything that goes underneath” – it should, so I’m leaving it.

There are several zippered sections for things that go underneath and things that don’t leave the room (like pajamas, work-out clothes – yeah, right - and toiletries)

packing for nashville

Ready to follow my bliss

I am going to wear the black boots to fly, but other than that, it all fits nicely with a little room to spare. Any ideas on what I might be forgetting?

My friend, Mayor of Sass from Sasstown is going to be at Blissdom. I can’t way to meet her! Anyone else going? I’m looking forward to meeting you!


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Holden Says Don’t Burn Salinger’s Papers

by Margo on January 29, 2010

little girl with typewriter

When I pulled out my tattered copy of Catcher in the Rye, for some reason this was the only entire paragraph I underlined:

“Anyway, that’s what I wrote Stradlater’s composition about. Old Allie’s baseball mitt. I happened to have it with me, in my suitcase, so I got it out and copied down the poems that were written on it. All I had to do was change Allie’s name so that nobody would know it was my brother and not Stradlater’s. I wasn’t too crazy about doing it, but I couldn’t think of anything else descriptive. Besides, I sort of liked writing about it. It took me about an hour, because I had to use Stradlater’s lousy typewriter, and it kept jamming on me. The reason I didn’t use my own was because I’d lent it to a guy down the hall.”

— Holden Caulfield in Catcher in the Rye

When I think of J.D. Salinger, I think of a self-exiled sardonic old recluse. He hated certain words, like “grand,” which I totally would argue with him about. This man would have never again bothered to take to his Remington or Underwood typewriter with keys that stick and let loose.

When I take a few minutes and imagine him though, I see something different. Isn’t that something you’d want to read?

Dear Sir or Madam in Charge of Salinger’s Estate:

Holden wants you to ignore J.D. if he said to burn his papers in his will. He was just kidding.

Regards,

Margo

Happy Postcard Friendship Friday!


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Love Disguised as a Mop

by Margo on January 28, 2010

Lily the Mop

Lily the Labradoodle

Here’s love disguised as a mop! -  Peter Gray

(because I find myself wordless a day late)


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I’d Rather Rotate Crops than Book Purge

January 26, 2010

Dave in this kind way of his that defies reason, except insofar as it kind of explains how he manages to  love me, mentioned a few weeks ago that perhaps I could go through some of my books.
“Just give some away,” he said, as if that were the easiest thing to do on earth.
He doesn’t [...]

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Sundays in a Nearby Town (Near my City)

January 24, 2010

The Traveler’s Chapel located on Rt. 501 just outside of Conway, SC

I could start this post for Unknown Mami’s Sundays in My City by saying that what I’m about to share is neither “mine” nor a “city.” But that would be too easy, and wouldn’t explain things very well.
Once or twice I may have [...]

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If Postcards Could Talk

January 15, 2010

Boxes  of postcards littered the vendor’s table. I could see Dave in my peripheral vision scratching his head. No doubt he was wondering if I was going to blow the next two or three hours sifting through them, each postcard like a little mystery, while the charms of Provence went on charming without us.
So as [...]

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Comparing China and Oranges

January 10, 2010

I have not fallen off the face of the earth. I am not in the middle of a crisis. That is unless you too consider a bowl full of oranges a problem.
My husband received these edible rays of sunshine from a Chinese client. In certain areas of China (don’t ask me where – it’s a [...]

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If I Won the Lottery I’d Build the Perfect Staff

January 6, 2010

Every so often I play, “if I won the lottery.” Sometimes my husband joins me. Mostly it’s in my head.
Today, I need an entire staff: a cook, a housekeeper, a personal assistant, trainer and shopper all rolled into a few full time people. Next hired would be a perceptive, non-judgmental, nice person who would toss [...]

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Dear Technorati, This is My Blog

January 3, 2010

Dear Technorati,
I hope you are well and had a marvelous holiday season. I’m really bad at sucking up, so I am keeping my fingers crossed that this greeting is enough for you.
I haven’t tried  to claim this little blog of mine for a few months. This past summer, to both my own and my reader’s [...]

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Fresh Furry Start to the New Decade

January 1, 2010

Apparently there was a time in the 1930s when being draped in a snowy-white cute-but-dead fox, complete with an intact head, was considered the epitome of high fashion. My daughters were relieved to hear that this distant trend wasn’t from some other back-in-the-day decade like the 1970s. Both decades are the “olden days” to them, [...]

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