Today I’m packing for Paris! We’ll be staying just about a week. I wish I could say I’m excited, but extreme travel prep anxiety always precedes any excitement I have about a trip. I’m still in the checklist phase. I’ll be properly excited when we board the flight and my handbag is comfortable stowed under my seat. No sooner, no later.
A few things make this vacation particularly monumental. This is my first trip to Paris! My husband has passed through a couple of times, but this will be his first long stay. I haven’t visited Europe (or anywhere in the West) since our trip to Germany almost two years ago. I’m long overdue for some Beaux-Arts architecture and cobblestoned streets.
Then there’s the matter of weather. When we traveled to Germany it was summertime. I could transition from the stifling heat of Saudi Arabia to the perfectly warm 70 to 80 degree weather of Germany without any major change in my wardrobe. Sure, I wore my jean jacket more, but Birkenstocks and t-shirts were still my everyday uniform. Packing for Paris in April is a different affair. For this trip, we are traveling into 60 degree weather, a low my body has not felt since moving from the States. It will be in the 40s at night! Do I need a coat for that?! A scarf! I really don’t remember how that feels, if you can believe. This is whole new wardrobe territory.
No worries. I’ve reminded myself that this is actually my favorite kind of weather. It’s built for the absolute best fashion moments. You can layer enough to make a real statement, but it’s not cold enough to be bundled up. At a certain point during the winter, no one can really see you. All they see is your coat. I suppose I’ll have to deal with that when we travel in December.
For obvious reasons, I’ve had no coat since I’ve lived in the Middle East. Here, I’m excited when I get to breakout my jean jacket or a sweater a couple of times a year. A legitimate mid-weight jacket is really never called for. So, for Paris, I picked up a moto jacket and a trench coat (both from H&M). These are two stylish, but classic cover-ups that I’m confident I shouldn’t soon regret. The trench is not the best fit, but it should do. I had a perfect trench from Uniqlo several years ago. The fit was perfect for a petite person like myself. I never wanted to live without that coat, but I got neon pink ink all over it. There was no hope for that. Anyhow, I also stocked up on long sleeves shirts, after realizing I had just one to my name. And I got these black ankle boots that I’m hoping will be comfortable enough to carry me through our daily itinerary of walking and eating, walking and eating, walking and eating.
Well, my suitcase calls. If all goes well, I’ll be back with an annoying amount of photos of Paris. Au revoir!