I’ve never considered myself to be maternal. I love and would do anything for my family and friends, nieces and nephews and enjoy playing with babies and kids, but finding out I was pregnant was something else. It was by far one of the most surreal things that I’ve ever experienced.
When looking back on packing for my most recent trip to Hong Kong, I’ve realized that every year, I have a new standard palette of clothes that I always take with me. In some cases, the pieces are the same, in others, they morph into a different shade, or a different shape of the same clothing item (e.g., distressed boy jeans sometimes replace the my lovely skinnies).
This year however, of the few things that have become my travel companions, this sweater is one of my favorites.