The night before we flew out to Tenerife, I became totally convinced that I couldn’t possibly leave the country without a white blazer.
It was kind of weird, actually. I mean, I can’t even remember the last time I wore this blazer, and I was travelling somewhere that would hopefully be pretty warm. I mean, who takes a blazer on a beach holiday, right? I just couldn’t get it out of my head, though, so although my suitcase was already packed (and I’d just been through the hour-long drama of weighing it, realizing it was at least 5K heavier than it was supposed to be, and then throwing a tantrum because EVERYTHING WAS SO ESSENTIAL, OMG!), I went and got the blazer, shoehorned it into the suitcase, and then crossed my fingers that I’d still be able to close the thing in the morning.
Well, I DID manage to close the suitcase (only JUST, though) and get it onto the plane without an excess baggage charge, but I was actually feeling quite annoyed with myself, because I knew I’d over-packed YET AGAIN, and seriously, Amber, why’d you need a freaking blazer? WHY?
Guys, I needed that blazer. In fact, I wore it so often that I feel I should give it a name, really. Harold, maybe? Miguel? I’m not sure. What I DO know is that I’m really glad I packed that blazer, because it became my uniform for the holiday – and probably for the rest of the spring, too. Tenerife, you see, is pretty warm at this time of year, but it gets chilly at night, and during our first week there were a few times where the weather would go from blue-sky to overcast, in the space of a few minutes. Now, don’t get me wrong: when it was overcast, it was still warm – if there were any passers-by in these photos, they’d all be wearing shorts and t-shirts, and probably laughing at the idiot in the jeans and blazer. Because I’m a special snowflake, though, the second the sun disappears behind a cloud, I start complaining about how cold I am, which was when the trusty white blazer would come out to play.
By the end of the holiday, I’d worn it so much that I ended up getting a replacement (also from Zara), which Terry very kindly bought me for my birthday. Now, I realise how utterly crazy that sounds, and, well, yeah, it IS a bit crazy, but the original blazer was already past its best when we left the UK, and after two weeks worth of being pulled on over my sunscreen-covered arms, scrunched up in my bag when it was too hot to wear it, and finally dropped on the ground, right into a pile of dirt, it was pretty much ready to be retired.
So the replacement did make sense (to me, at least), and allowed me to keep right on wearing the original, without worrying too much about ruining it (one thing I learned from this trip was that the clothes I take on vacation with me will almost always get covered in sunscreen, so it’s not a good idea to take anything too precious…). It also means I’ll be able to continue wearing my white blazer uniform all spring – and probably all summer, too. Don’t say I didn’t warn you…