On the to-do list today: packing for Ohio and setting things up for our house/Virgil-sitter.
What’s coming with me: those textured skinny jeans, that black tee, and definitely those sunglasses (ooh, I love them and care zero that it’s November and that they may look a little out-of-place at the Amish Country antique stores that we stop into every year).
What’s not: those boots, as much as I love them.
Because here’s what happens the day before I take this trip every single year: I think, “Whee, holidays! It’d be fun to dress up a little.” And I pack a pretty dress, tights, and heels. And then Thanksgiving morning rolls around, and it’s freezing, and I put on a flannel (even though what I really want to wear is one of Kendrick’s enormous sweatshirts from high school) and jeans and roll off to eat turkey. Every single year, the dress stays put in the bag.
So: while the rest of the items pictured here are going into the suitcase (I’m in an all-black mood lately)…no thigh-high boots. Not for this particular trip.
(Maybe next year.)
On me: Tom Ford sunglasses; BooHoo Jasmin tee (my best black t-shirt ever; remember to buy your actual size for an oversized fit); DKNY Pure vest (similar); Stuart Weitzman Highland boots; crocodile-print coated jeans c/o 7FAM; Valentina Crossbody c/o Botkier.
