I am accused by my husband of being a chronic over-packer.
More than the numerous pairs of shoes I chuck into the case, I think it's my insistence on bringing the coffee pot that really sends him over the edge.
On our last trip, I accidentally left it behind. One guess as to who was most put out (hint: it wasn't me).
If flight attendant Heather Poole's method for packing ten days of clothing into one standard carry-on really works, she will have eliminated 90% of our travel related arguments.
(Provided there is space left for the percolator, of course.)
In the meantime, I had better start packing up the house.
Renovation time is drawing nigh, and we are scrambling; hence the absence of new posts.
I hope to be back on track shortly.
Until then, happy packing.
image from George Muray House