I lead a rather nomadic life.  Roughly every 12-36 months, I uproot myself (willingly), throw all of my belongings in some state of luggage/long term storage/air freight/sea container, and then decide what ends up where, and how long will transpire prior to finding any of those items again.

Imagine… everything you own spread over several international locations.  Have a wedding to attend and want to wear that absolutely perfect black dress with the killer heels and the antique statement piece necklace?  Box 125, Lot 8, long term storage.  Drats.  On vacation and wishing you could find that cobalt blue maxi dress with the wedge sandals?  Sea container 2763, floating somewhere near Newfoundland.  Why didn’t I just carry all of these items with me, you ask?  It’s nearly impossible to plan for every single permutation of life when you only have a checked bag allowance of 46 kilos plus one carry on that can fit safely in the overhead bin.

This brings me to the blog:  my [underdressed] life.  While undoubtedly I have something to wear, it is never with me, and, invariably, I will end up underdressed at any event I am destined to attend.  This crazy life, however, has led me to some hilarious stories and some downright amazing food — both of which I will share with you here.

Enjoy!