I have been in Guernsey without mascara, I have been all over Europe without a toothbrush (I bought one there as soon as I got to a shop, don´t worry), last year I travelled Tuscany wearing my very own 80s revival - I packed the blue mascara instead of black. In Bruges we ended up with 4 different bottles of shampoo, but minus a shower gel. A few weeks ago in Hambburg I realised there were not enough pants and last week my highlight: I arrived at Palma de Mallorca airport on a lovely warm day suddenly realizing I forgot to pack any shorts...or skirts...or dresses.
It usually all starts so well. I fantasize about the perfect capsule wardrobe. Wanna be stylish and wear red lipstick in Paris, wanna be slightly more edgy for cities and show some laid back chique on a mediteranean island. I draw little sketches, I write lists...and then I do nothing, put something in the suitcase, take some out, forget about it, write more lists, and throw in a few completely non-matching things in it the morning of departure.
Think it probably is connected to me pretty constantly on the move, the act of packing and leaving has become something so normal that I don´t bother a lot anymore.
Next time my husband promised to pack for me...well let's wait and see :-)
Not sure I will ever be on a beach without long jeans or in Rome with sunglasses but will always pack a pair of ripped tights or the pair of shoes that has the dodgy laces...tell me, are you a perfectionist when it comes to packing or a travelling mess like me?
PS: Right now I´m missing my glasses and my iPod charger by the way - they will wait for me in England when I return.