Before we move on to Destination Stockholm: The Ikeawakening, a word on packing for three weeks abroad. I was SO amped up about the trip that I started mentalpacking my carry on a few weeks ahead of time.
And yes, you heard that right—I was absolutely set on doing the trip with only a carry on (plus a tote purse). The key here was banking on a laundry day in my London Airbnb, with a night to let everything drip dry in the land of the dryer-less.
Here's a close approximation of what I brought:
That's a whole lotta gray. Plus! Don't forget assorted undies, socks, groaning beauty/skincare bag and tote innards (like a laptop, Kindle, sleeping mask, alternative beauty bag—I know I have a problem and I'm working through it).
- I knew it’d be chilly almost every day, so I sacrificed space for three coats: an old beat up leather bomber jacket (sadly NOT Balenciaga), a trench coat and a heavier navy peacoat. This was a perfect decision, because the weather dropped from 80 to 40 degrees over the trip.
- More and more over the last year, I’ve slid into a jeans/neutral shirt/boots uniform. But lucky for me, that translates perfectly into a European travel wardrobe! So chic. Hence 2 pairs of jeans and a fuckload of shirts. My Paris Airbnb had an iron for the button downs.
- To shake it up, I also brought a skirt and casual dress. These were a good way of dressing up for dinner.
- This fancy dress only came out once, but I knew the Crazy Horse night in Paris called for a showstopper. A guy in le Kitsch asked if I “actually” dressed like that in New York. Compliment or criticism? I leave it up to you.
- Converse, Zara ballet flats and Topshop boots. I wore those last two to death, and definitely could have done another pair of boots for colder Stockholm and London. At home I wear heels relatively often, but for this trip decided to save room and stick to flats.
- I wear my beloved NY Adorned and Catbird earrings, necklace and rings every day, so I threw two extra costume necklaces in and called that a day.
- Not pictured, but I transferred my extensive skincare routine (where applicable) into these little squeezy tubes. They are expensive but way more durable than the shitty plastic ones I’ve tried from everywhere else.
- I had planned on trying a barre class in Paris and London, but timing was tight and I ended up running around everyday anyway. The sports bra and top went untouched, but I wore the yoga pants on flights like a dumb (but comfortable!) American.
- My curling iron didn’t make the list, but luckily Jess left hers with me in Paris.
So at the end of the day, I would have liked another pair of jeans and boots. But! What's the worst that could happen packing light? I might have had to go... shopping.