I like to think of myself as a low-maintenance girl. I can handle a nasty hostel (as long as I’m not assigned to clean the bathroom as a paying guest — this never happened abroad, but did indeed in Santa Fe, NM), travel relatively lightly, be flexible with plans, and get ready for work in about 20 minutes — 10 if I don’t do anything with my hair. Sometimes, though, I notice this is changing. Packing for this conference, I had to cut back to four pairs of shoes. I have the brown heels, the black heels, the tennis shoes (in hopes of taking a few long walks), and the casual flats I’ll be wearing on the flight. I haven’t ruled out bringing the sandals, either, because they look better than the other flats with one of my casual outfits. This is a five day trip, and I am probably bringing five pairs of shoes. Awesome.
I’ve taken a few 3-week+ trips on which I’ve had a pair of shoes to wear all the time and a pair of flip flops for the shower. What’s different this time? I have to look professional. I need to wear black with black and brown with brown. I also feel compelled to wear heels, even though I abhor them. This is mostly because my pants are too long (or maybe my legs are too short) to wear flats, and I don’t really have any professional-looking flats anyway. I should probably take some action here: pay to have the damn pants tailored (much cheaper than having my legs lengthened, I’m sure), and pay for a couple cute pairs of flats. My feet will be happy, and so will my pants.
Speaking of heels, do you think it’s true that they make a woman’s butt look nicer? We had a conversation about this last night, and a couple of people (one butt-observing guy and one heel-wearing girl) swear that this is the case. I’m pretty sure I don’t care enough about how my butt looks to put myself through the torture of wearing heels. I also don’t care that I’m 5’4″ on a good day, and heels could help me out with that. Still not worth it…
Reading back through this post, I’m reminded that “pants” in England refer to underwear. Just to clarify for the Brits, I’m talking about trousers above, and you can leave behind thoughts you were having of me in heels and (too long, but very professional) lingerie… When I studied abroad, a flatmate marveled at the fact that I’d packed so lightly and asked if there was anything I wished I’d brought more of. “More pants,” I replied, explaining that I only had two pair, and I didn’t like re-wearing them too many times in a row… We only sort of speak the same language.