Looking fly on the fly is no easy task, and there is nothing worse than getting to your vacation destination only to realize that you have badly misunderstood the packing assignment (ahem, Babygirl circa Wash U graduation May 2010). Actually, there is something worse: leaving your suitcase in the waiting area at JFK and boarding your flight to Santo Domingo without a frock to your name.
Anyhoobity, if you haven’t already guessed, the Feinbergs are headed to Captiva in just ten (!!) days for a quick girl’s trip with The Linds to get our freckle on while Sven criss-cosses Patagonia on horseback in search of some kind of rare Argentinian trout streams or some shiz. And yes, I’m dead serious.
In order to avoid having to make an emergency trip to the local Tommy Bahama upon arrival, I have compiled a packing list below that includes the essentials: suits, kaftans, floppy hats, oversized sunglasses. Sure, a toothbrush and some clean underpants would probably come in handy, but those are secondary considerations. Feinberg mantra #46: get-ups always come first.
You may not realize it, but the one-piece came back into vogue a couple years ago courtesy of Beezus and Babygirl (I’m not going to take credit for once in my life). Sure, we rock a full suit like it’s nobody’s business, but it’s not like we’re wearing your granny’s up-to-the-neck water aerobics speedo. We like cut-outs, plunging necklines, and whatever other flourishes might spice up an otherwise matronly bathing garment.
That said, we do continue to rock a two-piece on the reg. Who wants to have tan/freckly appendages and a mother of pearl torso? Nobody. It’s gross. But as a rule, triangle bikinis tend to be more flattering on pretty much everyone so we stick to what works.
You’ll see a lot of belts and fringe and chevron herewith. Why? Because belts and fringe and chevron make everything better.
Hats? Floppy. Sunglasses? Tortoise shell, with some exceptions. Coverups? Caftans worthy of the pool scene in Viva Las Vegas. And I’m spent.