We depart in three hours. My suitcase is still empty but at least the chaos next to it is organised: A jumble of dresses, sweaters, cardigans, and various options for various 'Just in case...' scenarios.
Just in case we go schmoozing along the Croisette on Thursday afternoon and it's hot.
Just in case we schmooze along the Croisette and it's chilly.
Just in case David Cronenberg insists we come to his screening.
Just in case I notice George Clooney flinching at my knees.
With all of these "Just in case..."s in mind, I drew one of my signature packing charts and have tallied up a total of 12 possible outfits plus 2 bikinis to get me through 2 night and 3 days of film festival madness.
What might make no sense to you makes perfect sense to me. I can identify each and every one of those sketches - even the shoes, which as you can tell, are not my forte.
In reality, the collection of shoes that I'm taking along looks more like this:
That's a heck of a lot of shoes for a 3 day trip. I'm normally much more prudent. But this Cannes we're talking about. So WTF.
Here are my dresses:
I know what you're thinking: Where are the sequins?! I thought that too. I'm hoping my personality with be sparkly enough.
Style File Followers Take Note:
1. Since starting this post I have increased the number of outfits to 13.
2. I also noticed a stain from the turquoise Allegra Hicks kaftan pictured above. Damn.
3. When Monsieur vetoed my 3rd bag (which would require us to check-in luggage - we always try to travel with hang-luggage only) I had to make a snap judgement call on which handbags and purses to take. I think I exercised poor judgement. Fuck.
4. He's waiting for me in the car so I've got to go. I'll be tweeting for the next few days and will let you know how bad my judgement on the handbag front was.