Just a couple of days ago I decided to repack a new and different way, so cancel that "I'm all packed" brag, though it would have worked. I was inspired partly by the size of a large box of Lucky Charms, and partly because I wondered whether I could (or should) actually go two months without a pair of bluejeans. So two suitcases.
I felt guilty and decadent, and so here is my extravagant self-soothing justification:
I was trying to imagine what Victorian ladies with money (or rich 19th century New Yorkers) must have taken with them when they went to South America or India. Hat boxes and steamer wardrobes with jewelry and gloves and hair-things and shoes and shoehooks and corsets and bustles and nets and smelling salts and bottles of ink and pens and stationery and sand for the ink and perfume bottles and a servant or two.
Now I can buy things at charity shops and car boot sales and have a suitcase to get them home in. I'm going there to take photos, write, buy junk, meet people and tell stories about what I've learned and am learning about parenting and unschooling.