...untill the familiar monotony of life in the US of A is merely a memory, and I am on my way to basking in the golden glow of the Roman sun, living the life as a temporary expatriate. Hello cobblestone streets upon which the likes of Caravaggio and Miuccia Prada have tread, hello sweet, sultry scent of espresso wafting down twisty streets, hello staggering Colloseum, supple Italian leather, and– hold up….
first,
I must pack.
Paying little heed to admonitions against overpacking (which to me, is simply synonmous with “packing”), I have spent the greater part of this week trying to defy the laws of physics and squash everythingiown into one –I repeat– ONE average-sized suitcase. This would not present such a quandry if I were traveling for an average amount of time. Or if I had and average affinity for apparel.
However, this is real life. 6 weeks + 1 exaustive wardrobe = packing apocolypse.
Here is the current of list, and accompanying pictures, of things that the fine, fashionable citizens of Rome MUST witness me wearing:
Just kidding about the the bird and the foliage but for realz, I am not. taking. enough.
I pray you can sense the sarcasm dripping off my words. If not, reading this blog is going to be a tRiPpP.
Back to the task at hand – thisoutrageous thorough list is not even all of it. I still have accessories, swimwear, sunnies, hats –I could go on forever, but you’ll get bored.
So here is the part where I share sage advice and tell you all to bring an entirely black ensemble when traveling abroad. Black is your friend! – it doesnt show dirt or stains, it matches everything else you brought (which is also black– try to keep up here people), its ultra chick and transcends international trends, blah blah blah blah.
Well I refuse to surrender to a lack of color! That's what black is – the absence of color. Don’t get me wrong, I love black just as much as the next girl (especially after that 2nd plate of pasta – thank you, my friend, for your magical slimming powers). But in the 5th grade when Sam S. told me my Lilly Pulitzer backpack and coordinating file folders were giving him a migraine, I vowed that I would never sacrifice my enthusiam for skittle-tinted hues for anyone or anything, much less a minute packing problem.
So here’s the sitch. Colorblocking and neon are big trends this season, and I couldn’t be more thrilled. So color me happy and purchase some Exedrin stat!
first,
I must pack.
Paying little heed to admonitions against overpacking (which to me, is simply synonmous with “packing”), I have spent the greater part of this week trying to defy the laws of physics and squash everythingiown into one –I repeat– ONE average-sized suitcase. This would not present such a quandry if I were traveling for an average amount of time. Or if I had and average affinity for apparel.
However, this is real life. 6 weeks + 1 exaustive wardrobe = packing apocolypse.
Here is the current of list, and accompanying pictures, of things that the fine, fashionable citizens of Rome MUST witness me wearing:
- 16 dresses
- 12 blouses
- 10 pair shoes
- 7 scarves
- 4 jackets
- 2 sweaters
- 1 pair wide leg, high-waisted denim
- 1 pair linen trousers
- a partridge and a pear tree.
Just kidding about the the bird and the foliage but for realz, I am not. taking. enough.
I pray you can sense the sarcasm dripping off my words. If not, reading this blog is going to be a tRiPpP.
Back to the task at hand – this
So here is the part where I share sage advice and tell you all to bring an entirely black ensemble when traveling abroad. Black is your friend! – it doesnt show dirt or stains, it matches everything else you brought (which is also black– try to keep up here people), its ultra chick and transcends international trends, blah blah blah blah.
Well I refuse to surrender to a lack of color! That's what black is – the absence of color. Don’t get me wrong, I love black just as much as the next girl (especially after that 2nd plate of pasta – thank you, my friend, for your magical slimming powers). But in the 5th grade when Sam S. told me my Lilly Pulitzer backpack and coordinating file folders were giving him a migraine, I vowed that I would never sacrifice my enthusiam for skittle-tinted hues for anyone or anything, much less a minute packing problem.
So here’s the sitch. Colorblocking and neon are big trends this season, and I couldn’t be more thrilled. So color me happy and purchase some Exedrin stat!
