Coming home from 6 weeks in France is always an adjustment. Focusing on daily tasks helps me get back into a routine. Unpacking after a trip is always interesting, I get to see what I didn’t wear and take note of what I should have brought.
As I was going through this process I couldn’t help wondering what I would pack if I was getting ready to go away for another 6 weeks but this time with a Fall wardrobe. To answer that question I need to know what I want my look to be for the Fall.
The transition from one season to the other is always hard for me. I don’t want to wear the same clothes I wore previously, they feel tired and wearing them makes me feel frumpy. It’s a good time to refresh my look. That doesn’t mean starting from scratch and buying a new wardrobe, just adding to what I have and re-envisioning how I put things together.
Updating my style takes some thought, and a little research, I turn to magazines, store windows and what women are wearing for inspiration. Once I’ve defined the look, I’m good, I know what I want to create and everyday I set out to create a version of it.
Here is what I came up with:
I’m amazed at how helpful going through this exercise has been. Imagining what I would pack for 6 weeks really helped me analyze what essentials I want to add to my wardrobe. It turns out it is also a great way to not get distracted buying things I really liked but didn’t need.
Next week . . . I’ll share what I came up with for dressing up. That was really fun, I can let my imagination go a little wild and be playful as the holidays approach and the party season is upon us. Stay Tuned!
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