It comes down to the original question, “What do you pack for a year away from home, when you only have two large suitcases?”. It was predicted, probably by both my mom and I, that I would become tired of wearing the same clothes. And it was an accurate prediction.
With the joys of air-conditioning comes the willingness to actually be in my room for extended periods of time, during the day (not when I’m working, of course). So, on the weekend, I did some laundry, straightened up my room, and took the opportunity to put some “winter” clothes away. Similar to the major clothes changeover we sometimes go through at home, this one really just involves putting away clothes I’d probably die of heat exhaustion in, if I even considered wearing them.
While digging through the long-sleeved garments, I was struck by the monotony of my wardrobe. Ok, I’ve solved that partially by buying lots of new sleeveless shirts, because I need them for survival. I don’t remember the last time I put on a shirt that even had short sleeves, during the day. So, I had get more of those.
But dress clothes? I know it isn’t really necessary, but a little part of me feels like stating that I have more variety to my dresses and skirts, when I’m at home. What set me on the road to thinking this way? Probably seeing the ladies all dressed to the nines at the play, the other night. It had me wishing I had a magic portal to my closet at home, because I only have two dresses over here, and a handful of skirts, which I go through, regularly.
When I was packing for Australia, I had no way of knowing what kind of social life I would have, and since I didn’t HAVE a social life at home, it was a reasonable conclusion that I wouldn’t have much of one over here. No need for all my pretty dresses I bought for the cruise, no need for all lovely black dresses I use for other dress-up occasions. Sure, I could buy a new dress or two, but the prices send me running in the opposite direction.
I know, it’s a random complaint and quite silly, but when anyone expresses surprise at seeing you in a skirt, you wish you could wave a magic wand and show them all the dresses from home that you can’t wear right now.
There’s a little voice in the back of my head, telling me that when I get home, I need to take some self-portraits, every Sunday, for the first few months I’m back, to prove I’m not as dull as I sometimes look.
On the other hand, I did buy a fascinator, the other week (I know, I’m nuts), so that means I have to buy a fancy black dress and wear them to the Easter races, so that’s something to look forward to! : )