I’m packing for a 10 day international trip and determined to fit everything into a carry-on suitcase. I whittled my packing list down to these 10 wardrobe items:
Chaco’s hiking sandals
Madewell white t-shirt
Everlane cream tank
Trademark ochre sleeveless scallop top
Uniqlo black tunic*
Northface lightweight zip-up jacket*
Elizabeth Suzann clyde work pants
American Apparel leggings*
Zara military shorts
(*will wear on the plane)
DSLR camera with 50mm/f1.8 prime lens (smallest lens)
old H&M medium sized bag + wallet + keys + passport
iPhone (loaded with new audiobooks)
capsule make up kit in clear vinyl money bag
mini hair travel kit
Odomos mosquito repellent cream
recyclable travel toothbrush
The warm weather let me get away with packing so light. Let’s see how it goes. I will need to wash my clothes every few days, but this should be easy to do at the hotel we are staying in.
Before I sign off for a while, here’s 3 links you might enjoy if you follow me here on this blog.
SFgirlbybay shared this house tour that led me down a rabbit hole of reading about Japanese design aesthetics like wabi-sabi. I feel like we’re soul mates, if you can be one with an aesthetic. I’m in love. I feel so at peace just looking at these interiors.
Post-election, I coped, in part, by practicing yoga at home. My sister lent me her log in to yogaglo. Where was this all my life?! The yoga classes are high quality and I feel like I was able to target problem body areas with specific classes for things like neck tension and bad posture. When you’re looking to relax, the last thing you want to do is leave your apartment in NYC. It’s hectic out there! And I’m not alone. The New York Times had an article about the at home yoga trend a while back.
I’ve also been listening to the ladies at the practical minimalists podcast. I feel like such a suburban mom (I’m not) when I listen to their take on simplicity. They are genuine and relatable though, and I feel like I’m part of a conversation that isn’t easy to find in real life. Definitely a secret guilty pleasure of mine.