Renegade Glamour

The countdown has officially started. One month from today I'll be in Paris. If you could blog a vocalization, there would be a little something after that sentence. I started packing the other day -- not the real packing -- just putting a few things aside and making some lists. #1 on the list -- leaving Clifford the Big Red Suitcase at home this year! The sassy red suitcase I bought last year was a pain in the as...terisk. Today I discovered just one more reason why -- it weighs 15 pounds COMPLETELY EMPTY! I am determined to pack light this year which is another reason I've started packing so soon -- it will take me that long to figure it out. I know people who can live on 3 or 4 changes of clothes -- I am not one of those people. I'm already up to 5 pair of shoes: 2 pair for walking, one pair of gardening shoes, one pair flip flops and one decent pair in case I have the opportunity to go somewhere nice. What I would love is for someone to invent shoes and clothes that were like those sponge thingies that are really flat and small until you add water and then they become regular size -- but could go back to small and flat agin when you needed them to. Whoever figures that out could be a gazillionaire and my BFF.

Last night while hanging out with friends, Aimster says, "You have renegade glamour". Renegade glamour? Yep. That's what you get when you decide on a sort of whim that you're going to take someone up on their chance meeting offer to garden at their chateau in France all by yourself. I guess when you've got renegade glamour, it doesn't matter how many pair of shoes you pack. ;)