I am a planner. I love checking something off of a list as being done. So I put together a packing list grid outlining all of the Fest events and what I would wear to them, including every handbag, shoe, belt, glove, hat, jewel, and coat I might wear with them. Sounds like overkill, but needed, with several events each day, and, for me, several changes of clothes a day.
Next I put on the list all of the other miscellaneous items I like to bring – food, beverage, underthings, cosmetics and hair product, things for my Little Man, and other such bits and pieces as would make my home away from home for four days more comfortable. Some people bring much more than I do – picture frames, games, telephones and other things to make their room a true blast from the past.
To start off, I have all of my dresses. I always bring a spare or two, including arrival and departure dresses, in case a seam blows or I sweat to death (as both happened this year.) These are packed in garment bags, to minimize wrinkling.
Next comes all of the purses, gloves, handkerchiefs and other tidbits I’ll need to complete my ensembles. No photos of the undergarments shall be posted on this lady’s site (wink.) These and much of the other bits below go in several vintage suitcases.
Of course, what outfit would be complete without those exquisite bits of torture called shoes. I only brought eight. Some ladies have brought over 20. They made my life hell, as I rarely wear heels, but what is a gal to do?
Hats came next. I didn’t wear as many as I thought I would, but they do set off an outfit perfectly and pull it all together. Into the hatbox they go, so they are not crushed by anything else.
Jewels, ah jewels. I brought far more than I needed, but as it was, I forgot some of my pieces to matching ensembles. The Fest is a splendid place to indulge your rhinestone fetish without looking like a trollop. Pearls and celluloid for day, rhinestones for night.
Because of aforementioned blown seams, I always bring a sewing kit, with thread in my dress colors, snaps, hooks, safety pins, needles, and other such bits and bobs. I also bring replacement rhinestones and glue in case any of my rhinestone buckles or jewels decide to shed a mountains worth of stones.
I like to pack some alcohol, glasses, an ice bucket, and other cocktail fixings, as sometimes I enjoy a cocktail out of a real glass when I dress. Snacks also appear on the list (not shown, but all of which would have been found in the 30s) because I always seem to skip a meal or two as there is always so much to do. My little liquor case and a large picnic basket serve as home for these items.
Because my son joins us on board for the last day, I must bring clothes and toys for him. I pick vintage-styled toys to blend in with the surroundings.
There are a few other things we bring, like makeup and hair supplies, a bonnet dryer, a vanity case with celluloid brushes and other grooming supplies, cameras, etc. but I think you get the gist now of what we bring. Of course Paul brings his stuff as well, so all 17 pieces do not belong to me alone. See, doesn’t all of that seem reasonable and necessary?
Next post – Friday at the Fest.