Most of you know that I’ve spent the last few months upside down out here in New Zealand… bouncing up and down the country in a personality packed retro camper van, seeing the sights, meeting the people, falling off bikes (ouch) and fishing. (Not actually catching fish, but hanging about, chatting with a rod).
I’m leaving Christchurch tomorrow to head to Queenstown, where I’ll be spending my final two weeks. So today is Packing Day, and I am a little confused. Everything fitted in my hand luggage and suitcase when I came 6 months ago. And now it does not.
I know this is not a rare phenomenon, but still, when it happens, it takes you by surprise. I have 7 lip glosses, (why?) and a ridiculous number of pants. (Although I stand by my decision there, you can never have enough pants. My grandma said so.) But SHOES! I can’t remember how I got them here. I definitely only wore one pair on the plane.. I have un-sexy massive walking boots, Uggs and cowboy boots.. and sandals and jandals and pumps. Oh my. What can I leave behind? I definitely have to take my fishing rod – you never know when one might need a rod in London.
I eventually turned to the bible that is Google for advice, and after scrolling through vintage archives I stumbled across this nugget of wisdom, written by Alison Settle for The Lady in 1952:
“EVERY wise woman, when on holiday intent, strives to reduce her luggage to a minimum. For only thus is the carefree able to go here, there and everywhere, as fancy suggests.”