5 days in Vegas! No four words could sound as sweet!
Here’s the rub… five days in Vegas with 3000 of the best-dressed women in Canada and the United States. OHH the pressure.
That’s right. It’s the annual Stella & Dot Conference. And as such, here is what I know to be true. The learning will be fantastic, the nightlife…off the hook and the clothes…ohh the clothes…will be, will be…and there it is, the pressure sets in to make me breakout into a pre-menopausal sweat.
Must unload my entire wardrobe onto the floor and separate each piece into grouping!
This pile represents clothes I wish I could fit into by Wednesday. Let’s see…I wore them 20 pounds ago and I have 3 days before I fly out. Pile axed!
This pile represents clothes I look good in but have experienced in the past some sort of wardrobe malfunction. This shirt pops open. This skirt flies up with the slightest breeze. These shoes slide on laminate flooring and ceramic tile. Pile axed!
This pile is just right. Must commence the act of outfit splitting. Each outfit laid out with matching shoes, jewellery and the occasional select bra or waist synching undies.
(stage direction) At this point amused husband enters the scene, surveys the wreckage and proclaims that he can pack for a conference the night before with a carry-on and backpack. Challenge accepted, fine sir!
I allow myself a two, small bag limit. I choose the outfits that give me the most bang for my buck.
A drop-dead formal dress. An absolute must.
A short day dress with killer heels. Yes please.
White, bottom-hugging jeans. Don’t mind if I do!
Ok. Let’s forget that packing has consumed my every waking thought and let’s forget that I lay up most nights “mind pairing” my orange kimono and slick white cigarette pants. I figure that since I’m gone 5 days, 120 hours, I’m good. The packing or it only took 118!