I used to pack nothing when I went on holiday. Mostly because I had nothing. I could squash all my summer clothing options into one half of a small suitcase.
Then I was horrified when I went away with Giles’s smart friends to find that they had 2 suitcases apiece, filled with the latest from Dodo Bar Or and Heidi Klein. I also blame Instagram
for everything for making us all feel like we have to have 9 changes of outfit every day.
Then I wildly overpacked, taking all sort of insane stuff with me, only to get to my holiday and not wear any of it.
But this year! This year I have come full circle.
This year I am going to do a thing I am excited about, which is only to take the clothes I can fit into a biggish rucksack. The kids will share a small carry-on wheelie thing and I’ve instructed Giles only to pack what he can in his own rucksack, too, as Giles regularly takes 10 pristine folded t-shirts on holiday with him, only to bring 8 back that are still folded.
Or maybe we will all pack in one slightly bigger suitcase. Anyway WHATEVER!!!! what I mean is that my plan is to drill my holiday wardrobe right down to the bones.
My packing list so far goes like this:
a load of headbands and scarves
2 bikini – on this, I recently tried on an Eres swimsuit, which people say is very good and made in the same place as Chanel swimsuits. It was £300 and it was lovely, yes, but was cut very badly around the arse and boobs and reminded me that basically it is Heidi Klein who is the queen of good, solid swimwear if you’ve got dem tittays and even a modest arse. I’ve had a lot of wear out of this one.
1 pair flip flops
To wear on plane
1 scarf that can double as a sarong
1 denim jacket
Reading that back really reminds me of the packing list Adrian Mole makes when he runs away from home.
My make-up bag, too, is going to be pared right back to a cleansing balm, moisturiser and eyeliner. Nothing else. Jewellery will be those Roxanne Assoulin bracelets I mentioned, gold hoops and whatever necklace I’m wearing on the plane out.
That’s it. No mad dress that I think I might suddenly wear because it’s a holiday. No heels “just in case”. No clattery case of jewels. No bag of eyeshadow and blusher that I won’t use.
I mean how freeing! How freeing to feel so free! To be unburdened by stuff, to have decisions taken out of my hands. To wake up and think “right, well it’s either the denim shorts or the minidress today”.
Of course this is much harder to do if you are not going somewhere very hot – or if you are going to a smart resort where you don’t want to just wear the long black dress out for dinner every night.
But we are not staying in glamorous resorts and it will be hotter than hell, so I can get away with taking NOTHING.
How about you? What is your packing philosophy this year? And we’re all going to have to bloody get away, Brexit or no, just to get away from this FUCKING RAIN.