Packing Fail

August 23, 2015
Packing Fail

This was supposed to be a packing post. You know the “I’m bringing X number of tops, X number of bottoms and they all work together for the ideal, year-long, round-the-world trip wardrobe.” Well listen, that shit is NOT easy and my bedroom is currently in the above state (see clothing explosion). After laying out what I thought was a reasonable, if not conservative, number of items, I tried to cram the following into my backpack:

  • 6 dresses
  • 4 skirts
  • 4 paris of shorts
  • 5 pairs of pants
  • 3 bathing suits
  • 1 cardigan
  • 1 chambray
  • 1 long sleeve shirt
  • 1 rain jacket
  • 1 linen jacket
  • 4 pairs of shoes
  • 20 pairs of underwear
  • 5 bras
  • 9 tanks
  • 5 T-shirts
  • 1 kimono

Keep in mind I also need to pack my electronics (computer, phone, small speaker, chargers, adaptors), a towel, makeup/toiletries and medicine kit. To say that I need to pare it down is a understatement.

In addition to attempting to pack way too much into my newly purchased Eagle Creek packing cubes (a brilliant concept that I was introduced to thanks to Alex in Wanderland), I’ve already had a number of packing fails including – but not limited to – purchasing a mock turtleneck tank (that’s still coming with me, God damn it) and a dry-clean-only dress that I thought I just HAD to have (finally have the courage to return it #firstworldproblems).

So in the spirit of Henney family traveling rules, I’ve abandoned my stressor in lieu of a cocktail. This is a guideline we affectionately refer to as “feed the boys.” Whenever the trials of traveling become too much and we find ourselves snipping at each other, it’s usually time to sit down, take a break, and get a beverage and some food. Life always seems better/more manageable after a good meal and a stiff drink. At the first sign of shortness one of us inevitably suggests “is it time to feed the boys?” We say this because it’s normally my dad or brother, Matt, who first succumb to hanger (when hunger rears its ugly head in the form of anger).

This afternoon it was indeed time to “feed the boys” – or in my case, the girl. I’ll resume my task after a hearty dose of much-needed Bloody Marys. Next post: “Adventures in drunk packing.”





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  • Reply Jenny September 3, 2015 at 1:55 am

    you’re a filthy animal.

  • Reply Kait September 18, 2015 at 12:41 am

    Ah yes, stopping for a cocktail is always the solution! I’m reading the blog backwards, but I’m glad to know that from this fail came success!

    • Reply margarethenney September 20, 2015 at 8:36 pm

      Cocktails solve/soften a lot! 🙂

  • Reply Lisa September 21, 2015 at 2:33 am

    oh my gosh Margaret this cracked me up!! How many times have I heard you guys say’s so funny and so true!! 🙂 I can’t wait to read more…. 🙂 love !!

    • Reply margarethenney September 22, 2015 at 9:38 am

      Hi Lisa! It’s fool-proof 😉

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