A Re-purposed Suitcase

Upon arrival back to the motherland (RE: tundra), I realized just how easy I had it in the grand land of Mississippi.  Granted, I was wearing a light jacket and barely an excuse for a scarf when I landed, so that may have had something to do with the fact that I was freezing my balls off (Clarification: I do not have balls, in case you were confused or concerned).

It’s been a few days since my epic return (And by epic I mean I pretended there were paparazzi documenting my every move and it will by in the hypothetical movie of my life in my head.  Perhaps I will share it with you one day.)  So after settling back into my routine, I began to ponder.  This morning, as I walked my dog and alternated holding his leash between hands so they wouldn’t freeze off, I couldn’t help but think about the bliss of being able to get away with bare legs and a light sweater in da Soufff.  Though, as my grandpa puts it, when you walk your dog in the winter, at least picking up poo serves as a momentary heater.  It’s disgusting, but also sadly true.  My life has been demoted to anxiously standing by and waiting for my dog to pinch a loaf.  Hooray.

So, as I sit here and mull over that awesome fact, I shall re-visit the glories of dressing for balmy weather.  Ahhhh.

As you may remember from my previous post, one of the key rules of packing is to pack clothes that are versatile and can be combined every which way.  I packed the following:

  • Jeans (1 pair) (Forever 21)
  • Turquoise Cords (1 pair) (Express)
  • White Jean Shorts (Gap)
  • Green Dress (Target)
  • Long Sleeve Sheer Top (Love Culture)
  • Gray Sweater (Old Navy)
  • Black V-neck (Target)
  • Cami (Forever 21)
  • Mustard Lace Top (Macy’s)
  • Leather (pleather, if we’re being honest) Jacket (Target)
  • Checkered Scarf (Gap)
  • Cowboy Boots (Target)
  • Black Bootie Heels (Marshall’s)
  • Gold Sparkly Flats (Consignment)
  • Underwear and other riveting toiletries like toothpaste and zit cream.

I did forget my toothbrush, so I just didn’t brush my teeth for a week.  When the rolls were passed around at dinner, people just had to scrape some leftover butter off my teeth – no need to put out an extra dish!  How awesome is that?!?!

I’m only kidding, of course.  I used an unopened toothbrush from my Pappy that had his local dentist’s name on the handle.  Mind you, this is the grandfather who kept five jugs of cooking oil stocked in his cupboard three years beyond their “use by” date.  So, my assumption is that the toothbrush had been calmly waiting for me for a good 3-5 years.  Isn’t that just presh?!  I felt really special, obvi.

Anywho…what it all comes down to is creativity.  Re-vamp your outfits – challenge yourself by only allowing a few pieces in your carry-on.  See how flipping fantasmic (fantastic + orgasmic) your style can be!  Badaboom, badabang.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I must shed this layer of denial and bundle up.  I hear it’s about that time of year where you’re supposed to triple dog dare someone to stick their tongue to a pole.  That will be on tomorrow’s to-do list.

(Barkley enjoys long walks on the beach, sunsets, and sniffing/licking my feet.)

(Now he’s embarassed.)

(In hindsight, these shoes were probably not the best choice for Mississippi country – I needed a hand to walk anywhere other than on solid ground.  Woops.)

(Jewelry! Yay! Wahoo! Bling!)

(Go Bulldogs!)

And a huge thank you and shout out to my cuz, Lashlee, for taking such fabulous pics!  Isn’t she adorable?!?!  Awwwww. She does have stellar style 😉

Plus, she puts up with me.  And loves me.  And we’re best fraaaaaaaaands.

(And thanks to my lil bro Jonathan of course! Helped with the photos as well :))


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