For a nine day stay in Sedona, Scottsdale, and the Grand Canyon, my dad asked my sister, Bec of Style with Benefits, and me if we could pack all of our belongings in one suitcase and one carry-on. He said, “That would be two pieces of luggage total.”
Well, just as there was no room for a third pair of shoes, there was no room for unrealistic expectations. So I went with my New Balance sneakers from college and my Topshop beater boots that I had deemed “beater boots” after I scraped them running up an escalator. Don’t ask.
And neither did my dad when he saw all of our luggage. A suitcase between Bec and me, a duffle bag, and Longchamp tote that I slyly slid my Fendi handbag in, we were off in our upgraded SUV, leaving behind the expectation of a cramped sedan in Phoenix.
Cramped inside my duffle bag was an Alexander Wang mohair sweater and Carven cropped sweater, while my Current/Elliott v-neck t-shirt, Asos off the shoulder bodysuit, American Apparel low-cut bodysuit, and Mother black skinny jeans laid in the suitcase.They were rotated in an out depending on the mood of the day, the mood of me, and the mood of my mom. She objected to three outfits- only one of which I forwent because I in turn, was too moody to object.
The objecting layers of early morning warmth and early evening chill warranted lingering layering. My navy Maje sweater and gray Zara scarf were standbys while I stood for many a pictures. They were both the needed neutrals and the unexpected accents that forced, or rather, allowed me, to take a one-liner and flesh out an essay.
Because as it goes, the story is much more interesting to tell when you style with a little, rather than a lot.
*As the memory of my family vacation lays still in my mind, each special moment with those three remains quite active in my heart.