According to astrology charts, I’m a Leo with a heck of a lot of Cancer in me. This means, among other things, that I’m a clothes horse who likes to be prepared. I am obsessed with colors, fabrics, and design, and if I’d had an iota of talent, I would have been a clothing designer. And now I am preparing for a tour of France, with nearly a week in Paris. . . the epicenter of clothing design. How can I possibly dare to sit in a restaurant or walk into a hotel there unless appropriately attired?
But my closet is sadly filled with a writer’s clothes, the shabby jeans and shorts I wear around the house. My travel clothes are basically what a friend calls landfill lining—unnatural fabrics that don’t wrinkle, in basic black.
Yes, I suppose I could buy a few elegant pieces while there, but there is very little point in buying clothes I’m unlikely to wear again. So this is me, panicking. . .