So you’ve bought the sheets, the desk lamp, the shoe racks, the posters that will fall off after two months, the hangers, the towels, the laptop and the notebooks. You pillaged the shit out of your local bedding supply co. and you’re feeling like a champ … or in a cloudy haze of coupons and shopping carts. Same thing. The problem is, there will alwayssss be something you forgot. And you definitely want to get that stuff while your parents’ credit card is just an arm’s length away. Here are some things you would have forgotten if it weren’t for me saving the day…
As a chronic over-packer, there have definitely been a few times I’ve had to waddle through airport security wearing six layers of clothing that wouldn’t fit in my suitcase. Now a new product called Jaktogo is taking that idea to a whole new level. Jaktogo appears to be nothing more than a thin tote bag, but if you find yourself reaching the baggage weight limit with no extra room in your checked bag, Jaktogo folds out into a giant jacket with 14 pockets ready to accommodate up to 30 pounds of stuff. The weird wearable suitcase is available as a dress (shown) or poncho in addition to the original jacket style, and can be ordered in denim or leather. So, would you rather wear 30 pounds of luggage to beat the system or shell out 50 bucks to check another bag? I’m totally fine throwing on a few sweaters at once, but I’m not sure I’m ready to wear a garment that looks like a fully loaded adult diaper, no matter how much money it saves me… [Jaktogo]
For the past two weeks, I’ve been running around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to prepare for the biggest change in my young adult life. I am moving to New York this week and while I’m extremely excited, I’m also just as anxious and panicky. I’ve learned that moving to a new city is actually a lot different than moving to your college town of choice.
Also, I always thought when I moved somewhere for a job, whether I was moving to downtown Atlanta a few minutes away or to a different state, I would drive there with all of my stuff. That’s what I did in college. Pack up the car until you can’t see out of the back and then drive off into the Natty Light tinted sunset. Moving to a city far away and to a place where you don’t need a car requires more planning. And since I’m currently without a place to live (don’t worry I’m staying with friends) I don’t have anywhere to put my life. Not to mention my tiny self can’t carry two checked bags and two carry-ons when I get off the plane. So in lieu of trying to bring everything I own, I’m packing two bags and my parents are shipping things to me seasonally. This is surprisingly cheaper than I thought.
I figured though that a lot of you are probably in the moving process as well, post-grad or college-bound. Here are five things to do while preparing (more or less for your emotional state than anything else). Read more…
So I’m heading to London today for the Olympics! But before I head out, I have to do one thing — pack. And I’m terrible at it. My general packing philosophy is to shove all of my favorite clothes into my bag and hope that somehow they create enough outfits. It means I don’t carry that much, and can usually cram everything I need into a carry-on bag — even on two week trips. But I often end up re-wearing the same things — or realize that I’ve forgotten something critical like underwear.
A few things I have learned, though…
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It’s not easy being a 15-year-old wunderkind. Aside from the basic responsibilities of going to high school, blogger Tavi Gevinson also runs her own magazine — Rookie Mag — and covers Fashion Week. After the jump, we catch up with her as she prepares to head from her home in Chicago to New York for the festivities. One thing I love about this video: we get to hear Tavi’s sweet Midwestern-tinged accent, which makes her seem more like a normal kid and less like a teenage prodigy. [NYMag] Keep reading »
Last week I went down to San Diego for a few days. In theory, it should have been a very simple trip to pack for: throw a couple pairs of cutoffs and a swimsuit in a duffel bag and you’re good to go. In reality, I jammed a rucksack full of roughly 200 pounds of all-weather clothing and forgot my toothbrush. That’s right: I am The Worst Packer In The World, and today I’d like to share a few of my bad habits, because if you do exactly the opposite of me, chances are you’ll end up with a perfectly packed suitcase… Keep reading »