In the suitcase of a lady...

I’m quite busy right now, getting organised in our new house with the rented furniture and kitchenware. For some reason, they gave me 4 spatulas but no wooden spoons or whisk or any other utensils that could be of use if I decide to cook anything that doesn’t require frying. Packing our things and moving out of our serviced apartment was easily done, easier for some than for others depending on if you were packing for yourself only or yourself and the Daughters. Anyway, this blog entry is not about the lack of useful kitchen utensils or who does most of the packing but more in the line of what’s in a woman’s suitcase. 

I remember a discussion about women’s packing. Men cannot understand how we can manage to fill an entire suitcase with clothes, although we are just going away for some days, and still we claim we have nothing to wear. I cannot speak for all women, but I’m sure I’m speaking for more than myself when I say that my suitcase looks like it contains more clothes than it actually does. I have some garments that require a substantial amount of space. No, these garments may not be folded in a more practical and compact way. No, these garments may not be excluded from the packing. And last - but not least -, no, one is not enough, several are needed not only to change every day but also depending on what kind of top you are wearing: regular, halterneck, cleavage, strapless... As I had packed all my bras I felt that I had to prove my point to my husband, that I do not in fact have that much more clothes than he does – or at least not as much as one would think judging from the number of suitcases I have. I don’t think my husband really got my point. Instead of saying something along the line like ”wow, you’re right. You don’t pack as much clothes and shoes as I thought” he simply said: ”nice bras but I prefer braless”. A man’s point of view, what more can I say?