Packed: 1 Pair of Jeans

January / Jan. 3, 2012 / by Amy Rose
Packed: 1 Pair of Jeans

As a girl who likes to, shall we say "fancy herself up," you can imagine my dread at the thought of editing my closet down to a duffel bag. 

But paring down the pieces has been a process I've relished so far. I'm not saying it's been easy, but it hasn't been anxiety inducing cloud of hysteria I thought it would be. 

 Perhaps it's the endless optimist in me, or that I've never had a practical bone in my body when it comes to what I wear, but I don't view the year with as much trepidation as some of my other fashionable peers might. Being vaguely homeless and without a closet for a majority of the months leading up to Bus 52, I've already made some mental adjustments on what I can do to look put together.

Luckily, I've chosen a side project that will allow me a bit of a wardrobe refresher here and there(check out thrifty fifty link). I will enjoy getting rid of things that I tire of and replacing them with new finds. But the skeleton of my style this trip won't change, and that's what I'm trying to put together before I leave Houston.

 There are some things that are pretty standard - several button downs, boots, warm hats, t shirts, sweatshirts, athletic shoes, sheer floral numbers, and ruffled flannel. But what I think most people will be shocked at is the sheer lack of denim you'll be seeing - I'm bringing one pair of jeans with me.

 You might call me crazy, but I've never been one for pants let alone jeans. There's a pair of cords making their way, but the only jeans accompanying me across country are a snazzy wide-legged number; more trouser then jean. I think I'll make it along just fine with a couple pairs of fleece-lined tights (heaven sent), and some warm leggings.

I have no doubt that among the lace, cutoffs, and asymmetric sweaters you'll see some ugly too. I signed on to this journey short on durable winter wear, but my bean stalk of a baby brother has grown out of all his from when he lived in West Lafayette, IN and has generously offered his leftovers. Being the fiscal fashionista that I am, I graciously accepted. I'd rather be making an attempt at styling hand-me-down crew neck sweaters rather than attempting to fight the cold in my hot pink, sheer, floral blouse.

 Tonight is attempt one at packing, making sure everything fits into one bag. So here's to hoping it all fits and that attempt two allows me to squeeze in my sequined tuxedo jacket.