When it was finally time to get on a plane to Rome, I agonized over what to pack in my two suitcases. How could I pick just two bags worth of belongings for one year?
I eventually managed, even though my poor mother was forced to cart home many pairs of shoes and bottles of hair products when both bags turned out to be over the weight limit. (Woops)
I thought that when I moved to Italy I would assume la bella figura. I mistakenly believed that I could shrug off my California casual style for Italian chic.
Instead, my wardrobe has begun a slow but noticeable decline.
Never in my life have I gone through so many pairs of jeans. Never.
I’m not sure if it’s all the lemon gelato or the extra walking. Just to make myself feel better, I’ll go with the extra walking.
Even my favorite vintage riding boots bit the dust.
If I could go back and repack, I would. Out with the high heels I have not worn a single time. In with flats and skirts that cover the knee.
I remember telling a friend, “In real life I have 12 pairs of sweatpants. In Italian life I have two.”
What a mistake. Those sweet sweet sweatpants are coming back with me next chance I get.
3 thoughts on “Italy Has Destroyed My Wardrobe”
Welcome to Italy.
What do you wear for shoes in Rome? When I lived there for a year, those cobbles just killed my feet. I kept buying new shoes looking for something both stylish and comfy. I never really found anything that fit the bill, but I wore out all the shoes.
Oh man! Walking shoes it is. Anything you’d like me to bring you? I want to get you a little gift for letting us crash at your place. So just give me your shoe/pants sizes and I’ll get right on it 🙂