I finally leave tomorrow to start my NYC adventure. I still have so much to do because, of course, I waited until the last minute. It didn't seem like that much prepping needed to happen but I was wrong on that one. I haven't even begun to pack, there are still toiletry items I need to pick up, some clothes, and I'm still on the hunt for what I'm referring to as the "perfect New York bag." I am going to admit something which will probably get my woman card suspended: I'm not a fan of purses, handbags, clutches, etc. I use them because I would look silly carrying everything in my pockets, but I'm very particular about the comfort they provide me. My purse must fit neatly under my arm and the straps tightly on my shoulder. I won't stand for them slipping down all the time. However, for some reason, I feel the need for an across the body, large carrying space type of bag. I've never been to NYC without my mother and when with her, she would always take cabs. I won't be raking in that kind of dough (yet) so I'm going to need a bag that can accommodate a change of shoes. I can't very well tromp around the concrete jungle with heels on. Plus, I hate heels.
Which reminds me, I also need to find a new pair of ballet flats. I'm working on packing things that I can wear a million different times with different outfits, to avoid having a 200lb bag. The flats are wonderful because I can wear them with dresses, jeans, and work attire, with the added bonus on not teetering around on sticks.
Walmart, Target, Payless, Lane Bryant, Ross.
Oy. My head hurts just thinking about it.
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