It reminded me of the time I decided in my infinite wisdom to pack light, when I was going on holiday. You've seen the packing wizard on daytime TV, who shows you how to pack everything you need for a weeks holiday into what would normally be your toiletries holdall. Well I took the advice. Lazy holiday, reading by the pool, easy. Swimsuits, sarongs, undies, little dress for the evening, shorts, couple of t-shirts, cosmetics, suntan lotion. Well she said that, that would be all that I would require. And so with my little holdall as hand luggage I confidently stepped onto the plane and was whisked away to paradise.
We arrived late that evening just in time to grab a bite to eat and then fall exhausted into bed. The following day was hot, hot, hot. So out to the pool, book in hand, sitting under the palms. Lovely. Followed by a lovely evening. Then the next day, pool again, and another lovely evening. Then the next day a morning in the laundry, followed by a very expensive shopping trip for more clothes. (There do have to be some advantages.) Don't believe a word they say, they tell big fat fibs.
Hence forth I have become the ultimate 'bag lady', if it will possibly fit into my case it goes with me. I am that awfully annoying woman that holds up the check in queue, with her umpteen cases and assorted matching bags. (I'm sorry but I cannot under any circumstances travel unmatched, it simply is not done.) I used to mourn the passing of the days when one could pack one's trunk. That is until I started cruising. Now I too have my trunk, it has drawers, hanging racks, shoe racks, you name it, it's there. I fill every little nook and cranny. It is my salvation, my own little bedroom suite on wheels.
Yes I am a very sad little woman. But that's what you get for a) watching daytime TV, and b) believing what they tell you. Anyway here is the Lady who stole my heart. (No not liberty you twits, the other one.)
(It was her last transatlantic crossing, I partied in New York and all the way home, but that's another story.)