The Joys of Packing and Prep

We all got to enjoy a weekend of bliss in the shopping and food oasis of Boston, Massachusetts, but now, it's totally back to reality.  That means it's time to somehow fit all of Claire's possessions in containers that can actually be transported somewhere.  Also, it's time to rush to do everything else that comes with summer's end.

Claire and I actually took the time to appreciate the miracle of folding clothes, as we put them into her big bins.  Well, I appreciated it.  Claire, if she does put her clothes in drawers, will usually fold them.  I generally prefer the stuff-and-ignore system.  That, or I just wear the clothes from the clean clothes pile on my dresser (or floor, or outside my door).  This does not bode well for my future (solo) packing escapades.  With Claire's method, we were able to fit about 19 tons of clothes into a bin or two.  With mine, I may fit about 6 t-shirts and a pair of flip flops.  

Claire and I are also prepping to say goodbye to our college-bound friends.  Yesterday, we went out with friends with the goal of becoming weepy over The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2.  Despite a large amount of sentimentality,  all crying was averted because friend S and I have a habit of laughing at the most poignant moments of films.  Brunch, we decided, would be a more appropriate send-off, rather than a cutesy sequel that found that art could be a meditation on the visual similarities of a worn pair of jeans and...the ocean.