Comments on: Be Prepared!

By: La BellaDonna

La BellaDonna — Wed, 16 Jul 2008 16:52:53 +0000

As my hulking neck muscles can attest, my own mantra is “Better to have it, and not want it, than to want it, and not have it.” I have also packed in the expectation of Purchase Upon Arrival, only to find out: No. No purchase upon arrival. So I heft those bags, and tote those bundles.

By: La Petite Acadienne

La Petite Acadienne — Thu, 19 Jun 2008 00:06:58 +0000

I used to overpack, but have gotten out of that habit, mainly by not taking 40 different colours of clothing. That helped a lot.

With toiletries, I only take as much as I’ll need on the trip. That way, I don’t have to lug them back, freeing up more room in the suitcase for all the lovely shopping I’ve done!

I’m sure once I have kids, though, I’ll go back to overpacking.

By: raincoaster

raincoaster — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 21:14:00 +0000

I didn’t take a bathing suit when I went to Indonesia, because I figured it would be twenty times cheaper there. I bought pants for five bucks, a dress for four, incredible scarves for next to nothing, but of course because it’s a Muslim country and I was in the Muslimest part of it, bathing suits for women were actually illegal and I couldn’t buy one for love or money. D’oh!

So…what’s the Swim Diaper Incident? It sounds like the title of a very strange kid’s book.

By: Atasha

Atasha — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 18:58:47 +0000

Better be prepared I always say. I remember my friend had asked me once to carpool, a couple years ago and I had to tell her no. This was just for a trip to the park mind you. I explained to her that I carry a lot of stuff, probably too much and both our things won’t fit in either car. I call them my “Just in case” stuff. I don’t want to be caught somewhere needing something especially when the kids are involved.

By: michelle

michelle — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 14:35:44 +0000

We went to Italy for a friend’s wedding with our daughter, then 7 months. (People were shocked, shocked I tell you, to hear we were taking a BABY all the way to Europe!) The first morning I went down to the square of the ancient tiny hilltop village where we were staying, armed with little more than one semester of Italian and a really cute baby for backup. Buongiorno, I said, entering the store, vorrei comprare…(and I pulled a diaper out of my handbag and held it up).
Ah, said the man behind the counter, Pampers!
It was a wonderful trip.