It was difficult to pack for three countries, two different climates, and ten days, and get it all in one bag. And I refuse, refuse to be the girl that has multiple bags. (Although actually, this would have been the trip to pull something like that since there is lots of help available. Still, what a pain.)
So certain things had to go. My faux fur vest was a casualty. Darling, but too fluffy for the suitcase real estate I was dealing with. In a last minute fateful decision, I ditched my beloved Uggs (not the puffy-foot kind) which I was mostly going to wear on the airplane anyway. But they were too close in look & style to my brown riding boots that I wear all the time, with everything. So I decided that I would simply wear the riding boots on the airplane.
(For further background, I must submit here that my dad has strong ideas on airplane footwear. Flip Flops are an absolute no-no. Flips Flops on an airplane for me are a no-no because my feet get cold - and they aren't cute - but flip flops on the plane are a no-no for him because "they are dangerous if you have to run off the aircraft." I have always believed that if you are running off the aircraft, you have bigger concerns than footwear. Regardless, both of us find too-casual plane attire to be abhorrent. If you ever see me holding a boarding pass while wearing a sweatsuit - velour or not - then assume I have been possessed.)
So. Shoes. I wore my brown boots and didn't think twice about it. Two-thirds of the way across the Atlantic, I woke from a light snooze to find my feet throbbing. My boots were inexplicably tight. Suddenly, I was an old person muttering about my feet swelling in the altitude. By the time I landed in London and walked miles through the terminal and customs, my socks were a bloody mess. I know this because I had to remove them to go through security. So there I was, miserably standing in my blood-and-goo-stained socks asked for entry into another country.
Luckily, London Heathrow is a shopping mall of sorts, so I was able to purchase a pair of fleece-lined Clarks to get me through the rest of the travel days ahead.
I may have packed only one bag to travel to Europe, but I have a sneaking suspicion that I'll be returning with two.
Happy Halloween! Time zone changes and our bizarro schedule means that my posts will go up whenever they get written this week and not on my normal schedule. That said, I have an AMAZING giveaway happening later on Monday that you will definitely want to see.