The Suitcase

Ever since I was a little girl I have been enchanted at the idea of the perfect suitcase. I would watch t.v. and see twenty-somethings all dolled up in the most perfectly coordinated skinny jeans, boots, plaid button down, bangles, earrings, hair, etc. and I always envied what their suitcases must have looked like when they were all packed for vacation.
I am not talking about the perfect literal suitcase itself. But what was inside.
I love packing for trips.
I love finding those certain clothes in my wardrobe that I will choose to represent myself and my entire wardrobe for those 5-7 days of vacationing. My mom does not appreciate this quite as much. I generally will go and by 3 new shirts and a new pair of shoes to which she replies, "These people have never even seen what is in your wardrobe now! Why do you need new clothes?" To which I just shrug my shoulders knowing that I absolutely needed that new jacket or those new boots.

Well I just got back from Michigan. And I am happy to report that for the first time in my life, I had the suitcase I always dreamed of. I felt like a true grown up as I glanced down in my delicately packed, expertly planned out wardrobe tucked away in my suitcase.
It turns out I did not plan out any outfits that really went together so I still felt awkward most days attempting to mix and match outfits that were not necessarily destined to be together. But I gave it my best go and in the end the airport lost my suitcase anyway so maybe it's not really that important anyways.