I'm packing my bag and I am loving how easy it is to pack for a tropical vacation.
I think it was my pondering of the film I saw last night (Before Sunset), and the packing and the gray wet sky outside, but suddenly a passage from The Great Gatsby popped into my head.
Do you know it? It's when Gatsby takes Nick and Daisy into his bedroom and shows them his closet. Luckily my copy of the book was not on the newly color coordinated bookshelf, so I was able to find it right away. It's a doozy:
'...he opened for us two hulking patent cabinets which held his massed suits and dressing-gowns and ties, and his shirts, piled like bricks in stacks a dozen high.
"I've got a man in England who buys me clothes. He sends over a selection of things at the beginning of each season, spring and fall."
He took out a pile of shirts and began throwing them, one by one, before us, shirts of sheer linen and thick silk and fine flannel, which lost their folds as they fell and covered the table in many-colored disarray. While we admired he brought more and the soft rich heap mounted higher--shirts with stripes and scrolls and plaids in coral and apple-green and lavender and faint orange, with monograms of Indian blue. Suddenly, with a strained sound, Daisy bent her head into the shirts and began to cry stormily.
"They're such beautiful shirts," she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick folds. "It makes me sad because I've never seen such--such beautiful shirts before."