I have a confession…I’m the worst packer in history.
Fortunately my husband is one of the best.
I’m a last minute packer.
I’m a no planning packer.
I’m a no list packer.
I’m a roll it up and shove it all in the suitcase packer.
The best example of this was the first time I went to Hong Kong.
I was travelling for work for a week with a colleague. Because it was a last minute trip and we were getting the kitchen ripped out while I was away, and I had an article due, I left even thinking about the trip until after the word count was done and the kitchen emptied out.
As a result, I didn’t even start packing until he called to say he was in the car leaving his house.
Twenty minutes later as the car pulled up outside my place, I zipped the suitcase closed. I really had no idea what was inside it, but figured I could buy whatever I needed over there.
Later that night at Hong Kong airport, we realised that the one thing both of us had forgotten was Hong Kong dollars. Luckily between the two of us we had enough aussie to change for sufficient HKD to get two tickets on the train into the city, plus a coffee and a donut each…. following which he was sent off in search of an ATM to get the cash we needed for a taxi to the hotel.
Anyways, that night when I opened my suitcase, everything had moved and squashed. It’s always a little like that after I pack- no matter how long I take.
When my husband packs, everything arrives as it was packed.
He folds and he rolls and he bags shoes and shampoos. He fills the gaps with undies and socks and small stuff, and layers it all. Then he fastens it all in place with those claspy things inside the bag.
I use those claspy things too, but I generally pile clothes into two towering piles, shove the toiletry bags in the centre and shove shoes somewhere in the middle. Then I pull the claspy things rather ineffectually over the mess.
Inevitably, during the flight, the piles topple into each other.
The thing is, as messy as my method is, I know where everything is in the bag.
His layers are so neat, and usually mix all of our clothes together, so by the time I find what I’m looking for, it doesn’t really look a whole lot different to if I’d packed it in the first place!
Oh, and in defence of myself, aside from the Hong Kong dollars incident, I’ve never yet forgotten anything important…
What’s your packing method?
Are you neat and tidy? Do you use a list? Are you a last minute packer like me or just a little more prepared?
This post is a link up with My Home Truths…
I’m a bit more like your husband. I don’t pack until the last minute but usually I’ve got a list prepared – done one night while lying in bed obsessing / unable to sleep. I’m not overly cautious though and throw stuff in.
I am a bad unpacker though and usually just open my suitcase and slowly use stuff until it’s emptied.
in contrast, I’m a great unpacker…he is not!
I leave most of my stuff pre-packed in my suitcase. Then I only have to add clothes. I plan my clothes fairly carefully so that they become a capsule wardrobe and I can mix and match things to get more outfits. At this point I can create a wardrobe rather quickly based on 2 neutrals and a pop of color.
Wow, that’s organised. I leave only spare chargers & power converters in my case & unpack the rest- but then I only travel every couple of months these days. The suitcase has to go away quickly- the dog hates seeing it out 🙂
It depends on the occasion and how much packing is involved. I occasionally do hotel audits, a bit like mystery shopping but a night in a motel and I’m getting rather good at packing for those. I wish I had an extended holiday coming up so I could put my packing skills to the test.
Have a great week. I’ve just added a little giveaway to the Ms Mystery Case blog which ends Friday morning.
We are eerily similar on this point Jo. I cannot pack to save my life but thankfully my husband makes up for it. I’ve learned over the years to leave it to him – now we are both happy! Belated thanks for linking up, sorry for taking so long to get here again!!!
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