Bucket List item: Buy an Entire New Travel Wardrobe so I won’t end up in the following predicament ever again 🙂 Two birds w/one stone: Climb to the Top of the Eiffel Tower
Few things fill me with ambivalence the way packing does. It’s important to have wardrobe choices, especially when travelling, but over-packing can ruin a trip—and make a travel partner not so happy. :-//
A light packer until I got married, the realization hit me that I could finally pack like a Boy Scout. My new packing motto became “Be Prepared” since I had my new knight-in-shining-armor to bear the burden of the extra stuff it took for me to be prepared.
For the first couple of years my husband dutifully went along, but eventually he decided he’d had enough. I should have seen it coming. We were leaving for France, and there was an unusual twinkle in his eye as he packed my two suitcases into the trunk.
“Remember,” he said, “I have my bag and my carry-on to keep up with.” It was then he turned and looked me square in the eye and asked, “Are you really sure you want to take all of this? You also have your carry-on and we will be moving around a lot.” He had never questioned me before about my bags, but I did have one bag more than usual.
To be fair, we were going to be in France for over three weeks. Our itinerary included everything from hiking along the Normandy coast to dining with a Marquis in his Loire Valley chateau. And then there was Paris. So of course all of my wardrobe bases had to be covered. Also, it was April.
“The weather is sooo unpredictable in April—you said so yourself,” I told him as he loaded the luggage into the car. One bag was quite large, the other fairly small—carry-on size, and then there was my actual carry-on. It’s important to note that this was back when the wheels on bags seemed to be merely an afterthought to luggage makers. The large bag had these tiny little wheels and the rubber had already worn almost completely off, but hey, it had wheels so I really didn’t see that it would be too much trouble. Hah! Was I wrong.
I discovered this by the middle of our trip. The remaining rubber on one wheel had finally worn down to metal making the bag lopsided. We were leaving Paris and my husband decided we should take the Métro across Paris to get to the outskirts of the city where we were to pick up our car.
“Why can’t we take a taxi?” I asked.
“We have plenty of time and we’ll save a lot of money,” he said.
It was early morning rush hour at the station and mobs of people were making their way in and out of the Métro. My husband, with his bags and his map, was clearing the way for me and my bags. Up until that point I had been trying to make a game out of my fight to keep the large bag from toppling over. Down the first flight of steps and toward the underground, and down the next step when suddenly everything started to go wrong.
The large bag fell over and began tumbling down the second flight of steps, with me trying desperately to hang on to it. My struggle had gone unnoticed until this moment, and I remember looks of horror on the faces of the people who turned to see the ruckus going on behind them. Depending on where they were, people either rushed to clear the way or stopped to stare. I said a little prayer that no one would get hurt. Lucky for me, no one got hit or knocked over. When it was all over I sat down on my bags in the middle of the station and cried. The tears started flowing and would not stop. “You weren’t helping,” was all I could manage to get out between sobs.
My husband suddenly felt very bad. He grabbed my hand. “I’ll take the big one. Forgive me?” He asked as he gave me his small bag. “I’m so sorry. I should have called a taxi.”
But it was I who owed him the apology.
And that wasn’t quite the end of it either. We made it down into the train, then out and up all the steps, out of the station, and to the car. But the car was too small for all of our stuff. I don’t know how he did it, but my husband finally managed to make everything fit. He turned out to be the knight-in-shining-armor after all.
I wasn’t completely reformed, but I was determined to build a travel wardrobe that would give me choices and also fit in one small bag. I still over-pack occasionally, but never do I pack with the expectation that someone else will make my load easier. I only pack what I can reasonably expect to carry myself.
Besides that, here are some of my tips for packing:
1. Make a list & stick to it
2. Work around one central color theme—preferably a dark color such as black
3. Make sure everything goes with everything else
4. Pack fabrics that dry quickly so they can be washed out and hung to dry overnight
5. Take scarves–they can change up an outfit and keep tops looking fresh
6. Take only items that can be layered or do double duty
7. Carry a thin cashmere shawl that can be used as a light blanket
These must haves are packed according to destination (and space available 🙂):
-Black dress – long or short
-Rain jacket with hood
-Lycra top and yoga pants
-Swimsuit with a sarong or cover-up
-T-shirts in black & white
-Wrinkle free button down shirt
-Black jeans and/or white jeans
-Black ballet slippers for wearing on the plane & in hotel room
-Flip flops for the shower
-Hiking boots or walking shoes
-Oh, and always pack a sparkly top ✨
The most important thing is to have a plan and stick to it. After a trip, keep notes on what worked and what didn’t for the next trip.
Below are photos of some of my must haves–and they all fit in my carry-on.
Here’s wishing you safe & happy travels ❤️✨ and that you can get everything you need in one small, easy to manage bag 😊
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