No matter how much I travel, and how useful they have proven in the past, I still cannot fully embrace the roller bag. I like a bag I can throw over my shoulder after stuffing it with a few changes of clothing and maybe an extra pair of shoes. I like to think that this kind of bag keeps me from over-packing, which is easy to do with a roller bag since its heft is offset by the physics of wheels. So when I decided to fly to New Mexico to visit L in her dissertation purdah a few days I knew which bag I would take. I bought this soft-sided L.L. Bean suitcase back in the 1990s and it has been around the world with me. It’s not huge, but I can comfortably carry a week’s worth of clothes — even a suit in its own button-in bag — without putting too much strain on my shoulder. The books shown are optional, but I always leave room for reading material.
(Dad’s old Lakeland shearling jacket, scarf from Istanbul, P’s early-’90s L.L. Bean flannel, Seven jeans, Ugg boots, Mom’s Wilderness Experience rucksack from the 1970s)
(Vintage Pendleton blazer, Vince cardigan, Target l/s tee, antique cameo, Melissa Rappaport turquoise necklace)
Seriously. Can you do a pictorial at a playground and not look cheesy or cliché? I know I can’t. I also can’t imagine navigating the structures in those heels — proof enough for me that Kristy is dedicated to her cause. Plus, she’s been creating killer photo spreads and writing thoughtful, provocative articles since long before this contest was a twinkle in the reflection of those wonderful Ray-Bans of hers. Class, commitment and courage are the words that I’ve come to associate with Kristy over the eight months I’ve been reading her blog (well, that and her badass cat-on-a-leash) and I am so excited to be a part of #TEAMKRISTY because not only is she a great gal, she’s also (you saw this coming, right?) #FULLTIMEFABULOUS.
On Sunday I made a last minute decision to spend the holidays at my parents’ house in New Mexico. I packed up Tammy and we hitched a ride with my father (he was in the area on business) for a twelve-hour trip along IH-10 (El Paso, I love ya, but you’re slowing me down). I was (well, still am, actually) very torn about leaving P for what will be our first Christmas apart in the six-and-a-half years that we’ve been dating (cue today’s round of teary-eyes) but the consensus among minds other than mine was that a change of scenery might do my stalled-out dissertation some good. (Here’s hoping — the thing is due in London in less than a month. A lot less.) So here I am, hanging out in my favorite house in the world, in what are essentially glorified pajamas. Oh, you didn’t know? It’s cold here. Not like, Minnesota cold, but definitely doing-its-part-to-freeze-me cold.
Seriously — I’m about to take a blogging break to go stoke the fire. (Well, not really, because I’m probably going to bed when I finish this. Thinner air makes you sleepier, or something?)
So anyway, I’ve got to stay warm, and I justify this outfit by telling myself that I’m just about to take Tammy for a walk and so of course need to be dressed and ready. Right? Heck, I may even sleep in these pants just to get a jump-start tomorrow. Thus we conclude that laziness can in fact result in efficiency (so long as no one stands too close to me). Hopefully P will provide the polish, so that I can continue with the putrid.
Now tell me, dear ones, do you slack off sartorially at the holidays?