I leave for a two-week jaunt to Europe in 6 weeks. My mother keeps asking what I am bringing, then promptly shares the contents of her suitcase, though I have not asked.
This has been going on for weeks.
This evening I decided I would consider what I ought to bring, as necessarily one might be required to do a bit of shopping if the correct travel items aren’t readily available in the closet.
Clothing is no problem. I have plenty of clothing, plan to pack quite light and rinse things out periodically. Thus it was quite a simple task to mentally tick off the items that will be included in the suitcase: a crinkly linen skirt, summerweight trousers, 2 summer dresses, a couple of tank tops and a couple of shirts. Easy to pack and unpack. Easy to wear. Easy to wring out in a hotel room sink.
My trouble is shoes.
Why? you might ask. My husband did ask, as a matter of fact. He in fact laughed when I told him that the current shoe wardrobe would not do.
I want to pack light, and shoes are typically the heaviest items. I want to be comfortable, and I feel discomfort first in my feet. I want to look put together, and there is no worse faux pas than a cute outfit marred by ugly shoes. There will be photographic evidence of this trip, and I don’t want to look like the unfashionable stupid American tourist – much prefer, the stylishly dressed stupid American tourist.