So Ryan and I are going on vacation! I’m particularly excited because this is the second big vacation we’ve been on since we’ve been married. “Big” meaning somewhere we can’t drive to or someplace where we’re not visiting family. We’re going on a fancy cruise (read: not Carnival) that sails from Venice to Istanbul, stopping in Croatia and Greece. Yes, I remember my first Venice experience. Yes, a bird did just poop on me the other day. Yes, Ryan has done research and has confirmed that the canals are literally Venice’s sewers. Yes, someone casually mentioned that I might be kidnapped and beheaded by Isis in Istanbul. That all being said…LET’S DO THIS!!!
First order of business – I need ALL new clothing and travel accessories. Okay, no? No. But that is how I’m behaving. It’s like I’m traveling to the North Pole. I feel like I need cultural/weather-appropriate clothing. NOTHING I have is acceptable. At least that’s how I’m pitching it. I ESPECIALLY need to find the perfect traveling outfit. I don’t think it’s appropriate to wear sweatpants and a sweatshirt on the plane. I don’t know why. It’s so comfy. If that’s how you travel – power to you. I feel very slovenly wearing that. Like I will be picked first in a “pick the American” game that I ASSUME all Europeans play with a look of disgust on their faces. And the older I get, the worse my legs swell when I travel, so that might well include compression socks. No joke. They work. So to give you the complete picture – I need to find the perfect juxtaposition of stylish and comfortable while hiding the one thing that will legitimately help me not die during the long, long, rage-inducing international flights. Ummmm…tall order. But I’m on it.
Another layer in the clothing planning – the cruise itself. It lists the dinner attire as…elegant casual. I have no idea what that means. Is that like black tie business casual? Or would a denim ball gown be okay? No matter what it is, something is perfectly clear – Ryan has nothing to wear. Ryan wardrobe basically consists of a few suits, jeans, t-shirts and plaid short-sleeved button downs. He will argue that he has more dressy shirts which he calls his “club clothes.” The fact that he calls anything “club clothes” should make it obvious that the clothes are from the early aughts. So you know what that means? I get to drag his clothes-shopping-hating-self all around and help him pick things out. While I know this will be awful because he’ll be a big crabby pants, it also means that I can FINALLY get him some dressier clothes from this decade. It will also be funny because at some point he’ll always accuse me of trying to make him into a hipster wearing skinny jeans. Ummmm…yeah, no. Skinny jeans look good on no man. But he gets very huffy about it. Classic Ryan.
In my search for all this perfectness I found some great websites. Travel Fashion Girl being my favorite. Not only does she talk about fashion (doyoyoy), but she has a great suggestions on what to pack in your carry-on, little things to pack in your suitcase that you never thought you’d need, and how to pare down your wardrobe. I’ve also rediscovered my love of Amazon. I mean, I loved Amazon to begin with, but now…I’m a maniac. The prime shipping! The customer reviews! The low prices! Ryan has been working in San Diego for the past few weeks and leaves at the butt crack of dawn on Mondays. This past Monday there was a package by the door. From Amazon. Someone delivered a package sometime between 10pm and 5am. I mean, the heck?! I don’t know, maybe it was a drone. Whatever, it was awesome.
This weekend I’m going to try to make some aromatherapy items to take with, so I’ll let you know how that goes. I saw a tutorial and promptly bought all the items on Amazon which were there before I received my conformation email. J/K. I’ll stop with the Amazon plugging as they hardly need it.