Self portrait.

Mike worked late last night, & I was packing alone. I hate packing alone. I'm so indecisive, & I can never decide what to wear. I need a stylist to do it for me. I hate planning out outfits more than 5 minutes in advance, because you just never know, right? What if it rains unexpectedly? What if it snows? What if we decide to go hiking, or swimming, or ballroom dancing (unlikely)? Hence my tendency to always, always over pack. So, this time, I improvised, was somewhat pathetic, & took pictures of myself in the mirror to help myself make some likely inconsequential yet still somewhat important decisions. Ridiculous, yes. Lifesaving, absolutely. I quickly decided that one of the dresses that I bought from Anthropologie (to choose between) for the wedding this weekend just absolutely shouldn't be worn by me. Not flattering at all, & it is getting returned. Thank goodness for cameras & mirrors. It was bad. .

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So, we're off to Zion for the weekend where we will be friendly, & bubbly & happy & positive, because that's how people in Utah are, & we don't want to stick out like hardened, calloused, cynical New Yorkers.
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I plan on not wearing black for three days straight. Except for the one black sweater I packed. And maybe my black pants. Oops.