So if I ran a blog where everything was perfect, including my packing, this is what it would look like. There would be a carefully selected number of pieces in a simple colour palette which could be worn in a multitude of different ways over two weeks, to create an endless supply of stylish outfits. There would also be a stylish piece of hand luggage into which everything would fit, therefore avoiding the need to check a bag in, together with all that entails (particularly at the other end).
As it is, this is the reality. A not insubstantial amount of different coloured clothes with varying prints. Knowing me the dread of having to wash everything when I get back will mean that I only wear a fraction of it so it will be more “Wear one dress to death” and “How to accessorise 50 different ways with loom bands” rather than anything else. My suitcase is just that – a suitcase plain and simple but note the use of the word “my”. Having selflessly packed everyone else’s clothes first, it just so happens that there’s a whole suitcase left for me. Whoever would have thought it?! I like to think of it as packer’s prerogative.