Hi, my name is Chelsea and I am a recovering overpacker addict.
Not exaggerating, I would take a different swimsuit for every day we would be on the beach. Every day.
Half of my shoes closet? PACK IT!
Three varieties of perfume? PACK THEM!
Ping pong balls, Catch Phrase, snorkeling masks, football? Yes. Yes. Yes. All of the above!
In my defense, my mother is the woman who took a waffle iron to Florida. I get it honestly people.
Until I realized, lugging around that 60lb suitcase is a pain, paying the Overweight Luggage fee every trip is frustrating, and waiting for the very last bag to drop onto the baggage claim (I swear the unloaders do it on purpose, to punish me for giving them hernias) was annoying.
I present to you, my friends, eleven days worth of vacationy goodness, IN. A. CARRY ON.
Go ahead and bow down to my greatness.