back totally cool gifts for BSG who are staying here, esp. Char, because she insisted Katani pick me. Char, you’re way cool!
Something from Metropolitan Museum for Isabel?
NY shirts to add to Charlotte’s international T-shirt collection (she has a lot from Paris, so…) Or a journal with a NY landmark on it?
For Avery—tuff one. Anything by Leah Kim? Or sports? Who knows!
CHAPTER
6
The Bare Essentials
M aeve, I have three words for you—OUT OF CONTROL!” Charlotte exclaimed.
It was the Wednesday night before Katani and Maeve were scheduled to hit the road for New York City. Maeve figured her dad’s car could hold at least a dozen suitcases.
Charlotte was standing in the middle of Maeve’s bedroom, but it was hard to tell where the floor ended and the furniture began, because there were clothes flung everywhere—atop the dresser, on the floor, draped all over the furniture. Five pairs of pink shoes, from sandals to boots, were tossed on the bed. A bright pink quilted jacket lay on the pillow. Boxes full of earrings and hair accessories were heaped on the floor. Maeve was sifting through a pile of blue, pink, and purple shirts at the bottom of her closet.
Charlotte was absolutely overwhelmed by the chaos. “You’re going for a weekend, not a month!” she reminded her friend.
Maeve looked up. “Obviously!” she said. “Why do you think I’m only taking coordinating outfits? See? It might look like a lot, but it’s really just staples, Char. Bare…ugh…minimum!” She heaved, slapping down a dozen colorful shirts on her bed.
“Bare minimum! Maeve, you couldn’t wear all this stuff if you changed your outfit eight times a day!” Charlotte cried shaking her head. “You’re taking enough clothes to run the fashion show yourself!”
Charlotte had come over, at Maeve’s desperate request, to help her pack for the trip. Since Charlotte had lived all over the world, she knew all about packing efficiently. But right now Charlotte didn’t even know where to begin. Maeve seemed to think that she was taking the Queen Elizabeth 2 luxury cruise to Europe instead of making a weekend trip to the Big Apple.
Maeve had three large suitcases lying carelessly on the floor. One was already full, the second more than half full, and the third contained only cosmetics, jewelry, three large hats and half a dozen bottles of shampoo and conditioner. All of them were full-size, not travel size, and would take up tons of room in the suitcase.
Charlotte took several deep breaths and sat down on the only edge of the bed that wasn’t completely covered with clothes. Packing Maeve for a weekend trip to New York was a bigger challenge than packing for the safari she and her dad took in Africa! Where do I even begin? Charlotte asked herself. Perhaps she could help by getting Maeve to think logically about what she needed.
“Look, what are the things that you absolutely have totake?” Charlotte asked. “You know, just put together the necessities. Let’s make a list.”
Maeve bounced up from the floor, nodding happily. “Yeah, I did that. They’re all in those suitcases, see?” Maeve pointed to the mounting piles. “I have my daytime outfits there, nighttime outfits there, and in this bag I did formal and semi-formal.” Suddenly Maeve gasped. “Oh no! I completely forgot about casual! I figured I’d only take my best, since New York is full of ritzy restaurants and stuff, but what if the fashion show is supposed to be comfy-casual…or wait…what if it’s bohemian-chic? I wouldn’t want to embarrass Katani!”
Charlotte gazed at a very flustered Maeve. She had such a good heart. But oh, she got so carried away sometimes! “Okay,” she said carefully. “Where are your formal outfits?”
Maeve nodded toward the first suitcase. “Three long dresses, two short dresses, and one skirt, in case it’s okay to wear skirts.”
Charlotte coughed. “Okay Maeve, this isn’t going to be easy. Now I want you to
Something from Metropolitan Museum for Isabel?
NY shirts to add to Charlotte’s international T-shirt collection (she has a lot from Paris, so…) Or a journal with a NY landmark on it?
For Avery—tuff one. Anything by Leah Kim? Or sports? Who knows!
CHAPTER
6
The Bare Essentials
M aeve, I have three words for you—OUT OF CONTROL!” Charlotte exclaimed.
It was the Wednesday night before Katani and Maeve were scheduled to hit the road for New York City. Maeve figured her dad’s car could hold at least a dozen suitcases.
Charlotte was standing in the middle of Maeve’s bedroom, but it was hard to tell where the floor ended and the furniture began, because there were clothes flung everywhere—atop the dresser, on the floor, draped all over the furniture. Five pairs of pink shoes, from sandals to boots, were tossed on the bed. A bright pink quilted jacket lay on the pillow. Boxes full of earrings and hair accessories were heaped on the floor. Maeve was sifting through a pile of blue, pink, and purple shirts at the bottom of her closet.
Charlotte was absolutely overwhelmed by the chaos. “You’re going for a weekend, not a month!” she reminded her friend.
Maeve looked up. “Obviously!” she said. “Why do you think I’m only taking coordinating outfits? See? It might look like a lot, but it’s really just staples, Char. Bare…ugh…minimum!” She heaved, slapping down a dozen colorful shirts on her bed.
“Bare minimum! Maeve, you couldn’t wear all this stuff if you changed your outfit eight times a day!” Charlotte cried shaking her head. “You’re taking enough clothes to run the fashion show yourself!”
Charlotte had come over, at Maeve’s desperate request, to help her pack for the trip. Since Charlotte had lived all over the world, she knew all about packing efficiently. But right now Charlotte didn’t even know where to begin. Maeve seemed to think that she was taking the Queen Elizabeth 2 luxury cruise to Europe instead of making a weekend trip to the Big Apple.
Maeve had three large suitcases lying carelessly on the floor. One was already full, the second more than half full, and the third contained only cosmetics, jewelry, three large hats and half a dozen bottles of shampoo and conditioner. All of them were full-size, not travel size, and would take up tons of room in the suitcase.
Charlotte took several deep breaths and sat down on the only edge of the bed that wasn’t completely covered with clothes. Packing Maeve for a weekend trip to New York was a bigger challenge than packing for the safari she and her dad took in Africa! Where do I even begin? Charlotte asked herself. Perhaps she could help by getting Maeve to think logically about what she needed.
“Look, what are the things that you absolutely have totake?” Charlotte asked. “You know, just put together the necessities. Let’s make a list.”
Maeve bounced up from the floor, nodding happily. “Yeah, I did that. They’re all in those suitcases, see?” Maeve pointed to the mounting piles. “I have my daytime outfits there, nighttime outfits there, and in this bag I did formal and semi-formal.” Suddenly Maeve gasped. “Oh no! I completely forgot about casual! I figured I’d only take my best, since New York is full of ritzy restaurants and stuff, but what if the fashion show is supposed to be comfy-casual…or wait…what if it’s bohemian-chic? I wouldn’t want to embarrass Katani!”
Charlotte gazed at a very flustered Maeve. She had such a good heart. But oh, she got so carried away sometimes! “Okay,” she said carefully. “Where are your formal outfits?”
Maeve nodded toward the first suitcase. “Three long dresses, two short dresses, and one skirt, in case it’s okay to wear skirts.”
Charlotte coughed. “Okay Maeve, this isn’t going to be easy. Now I want you to
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