It’s embarrassing, but I’ll admit it. I’ve fallen for this idea: the Travel Dress.
On my first trip to Paris, a black/grey faux-side-tie Travelsmith dress seemed like a good idea.
Even though I would never wear a polyester wrap dress in my daily life, I felt like I needed one for my trip. A dress that touted its wicking properties, could be washed in the sink, and was reversible…even though I never need any of these things at home, and happen to live in a city there, too. Why I thought Parisian hoteliers would recognize–or care about–what I was wearing escapes me still.
In other words, I fell into the dreaded reversible travel dress trap.
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