Monday, March 29, 2004
5 more sleeps.....
I am getting rather excited. And typically overwhelmed at the packing and preparation ahead - you can only begin to imagine the lists I have already. In theory however I really only need the title of this blog: tickets, money & passport; and even then only the first and last as I have money in Australia. I add this particulary for my colleague Caroline who I've convinced, or rather has convinced herself, that I have a trust fund. Which would be nice... and may be true.......*insert winking smiley*
The thought of stepping into fashions purchased last century, should - but doesn't, send fear down my Hennes Clad spine. Instead I revel in pulling out clothes cooing "ooh I used to love this" promptly putting it on and then worst of all deciding to wear it. The downside (and I'm sure there are many) is that my poor friends and family must think all I own to wear is 7-10 year old clothes, whereas for me I'm thinking 'whole new wardrobe' and 'ooh look it still fits' as I breathe in and assure everyone that yes the blueness of my face is due to my 'English' pallor and not imminent expiration from breathing in.
It certainly does make packing easier. Not having to accommodate for the cold or any kind of extreme temperature means I just throw a few skirts and cotton tops and some sandals in a bag and I'm ready. It's the exta crap I like to take that makes my suitcase heavy. For example: camcorder, mobile phone, filofax, toiletries, handbags, more shoes, akubra and camera. It's because I like to imagine I'm travelling travel with this amount of luggage preferably dolled up like Joan Collins, circa 1988/95/98 and 2003 arriving at Heathrow Airport.
I am getting rather excited. And typically overwhelmed at the packing and preparation ahead - you can only begin to imagine the lists I have already. In theory however I really only need the title of this blog: tickets, money & passport; and even then only the first and last as I have money in Australia. I add this particulary for my colleague Caroline who I've convinced, or rather has convinced herself, that I have a trust fund. Which would be nice... and may be true.......*insert winking smiley*
The thought of stepping into fashions purchased last century, should - but doesn't, send fear down my Hennes Clad spine. Instead I revel in pulling out clothes cooing "ooh I used to love this" promptly putting it on and then worst of all deciding to wear it. The downside (and I'm sure there are many) is that my poor friends and family must think all I own to wear is 7-10 year old clothes, whereas for me I'm thinking 'whole new wardrobe' and 'ooh look it still fits' as I breathe in and assure everyone that yes the blueness of my face is due to my 'English' pallor and not imminent expiration from breathing in.
It certainly does make packing easier. Not having to accommodate for the cold or any kind of extreme temperature means I just throw a few skirts and cotton tops and some sandals in a bag and I'm ready. It's the exta crap I like to take that makes my suitcase heavy. For example: camcorder, mobile phone, filofax, toiletries, handbags, more shoes, akubra and camera. It's because I like to imagine I'm travelling travel with this amount of luggage preferably dolled up like Joan Collins, circa 1988/95/98 and 2003 arriving at Heathrow Airport.
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