By documenting their travels, the memoirist paints a picture of a mother-daughter bond defined by the freedom of not belonging.
The tripper would take us through London , Paris , and Rome , a greatest‐hits term of enlistment that would finally wreak Qing to all the European name and address she had read about in novels and seen in black‐and‐white pictures of woman smoking fag in enchanting clothes against decay background : Buckingham Palace , Notre‐Dame , the Colosseum … We ’d go to position where we could get dressed up and see fine things in person . With only three days in each city , our consumption would be fast and furious , a smash‐and‐ grab affair that would hopefully leave us delirious and exhaust , but in the happy sort of elbow room .
We ’d necessitate to jaunt lighting but take care acceptable for a wholesale range of foreign environments in which what you wore compulsive how little you would be inconvenience . We ’d be on our feet all day , but walk shoes — worn with walk clothes — would be a overlook chance for style moments . The weather , too , would be inconsistent : European springtime brought about chaos in which rainfall , frost , heat waves , and thoroughgoing atmospheric condition were all equal possible action .
This was precisely the kind of trip I excel at when it comes to what to pack . I had always been a daydream planner since those early road trip , agonizing over outfit combination with an unyielding discipline to two professional : economic system of blank and maximal style . ( In college , when I first encounter Joan Didion along with the respite of the women in my dorm , it was her packing tilt — not her descriptions of naivete and juvenility , of counterculture , of self‐respect — that got me hooked . Here was a woman who know the power of the contents of a suitcase , who was not afraid to rewear the same piece many times , who plan for and see forward to discomfort , who understood that a skirt and flat shoe were like an invisibility cloak . I remember thinking that I could not have dinner with her or hold a conversation with her , but I could sure enough travel with her . )
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I had my own qualifications . Every Fashion Week required full‐peacocking looks without obvious overlapping of items ( but given the minuscule rooms we remain in , everything had to fit in one insure suitcase and one carry‐on ) , and I had gotten more efficient with every season , eventually reaching a detail where I never brought a exclusive thing I did n’t outwear and never had to scramble to daunt into an H&M to regain something I had forgotten at rest home . Once , I spent a calendar month on the road during a sabbatic from work , and I tally everything for a five‐country tour into one hard‐shell carry‐on .
This is all to say that I am very salutary at wadding , mostly because I adhere to the postdate commandments :
I had even , at one point , come up with a tortuous formula to cipher how many tops and bottoms and one‐pieces I would necessitate based on the phone number of days the trip-up would involve and the number of transposition the items made possible . I ’ve shared versions of this packing list with friends and colleagues , who have always seemed more interested in the philosophy than in the actual practice . But on the off - chance that this will be helpful to a chronic over‐ or under‐packer , here is my personal packing list :
preserve for truly sinful circumstances ( a black‐tie blowout , a days‐long tenting excursion , conk out to Mars ) , load down this way of life work for nearly all personal manner of state and cultures . It yield you the best shot of being capable to walk five miles to have aperitifs at a Michelin eatery and tour the Colosseum right later on . It allows for baggage space to impart home bulky treasure , but the approach is not so austere that you have to tire the same rig each clock time the sun goes down . It has serve me well , and I only wished I had warned Qing about its virtues before we left for Europe .
FromOH MY MOTHER!by Connie Wang , published by Viking , an imprint of Penguin Publishing Group , a sectionalization of Penguin Random House , LLC . right of first publication © 2023 by Super Rare Inc.
