All my cases are, fortunately, possessed of that wonderful black-hole quality of Mary Poppins' carpet bag, so I've no worry about everything fitting in a case and a bag, but still. Eeep! Whitby!
I can't believe I'm actually going.
I've spent the last year meeting most of the people I wanted to meet; unless $IrishGoth is there, which is only half-likely, I think I've met or seen everyone I've ever stalked. ~grin~ I won't know what I'm doing from one minute to the next, but some people have promised to look after me; I hope they will, 'cause I'm really quite terrified. ~smile~
Anyway. Must go and Do Things. And try those wretched boots on again and see what they'll go with.
And, um. I'm sorry, wechsler. Meep.