I've been told stories of myself from a young age for many years. The one my parents love to tell the most is of me on Christmas day in Dubai, I must have been about 2 1/2 years old. I vividly remember this and I'm not sure if its my memory or one my mother created for me with her expressive story telling abilities. Anyway as the story goes, I try on this outfit that my Grandmother got me for Christmas immediately after opening the gift. I fell in love with the chic black and white leggings and the matching top. Then for "hours" I stood in front of the full length hallway mirror admiring my new threads. And so a child of fashion was born. Ever since I've loved clothes, fashion and all that goes along with it. I've been known to wear multiple outfits per day and apparently according to my story telling parents even multiple outfits per dinner party in my younger days. Now imagine that girl travelling the for 6 months in a 40 liter backpack... take a moment, I definitely did! The crazy thing is my husband has been worrying more about his clothes for this expedition than I have! I have truly grasped this opportunity to let go of my materialism for a while. But never fear, I'm still a fashionista at heart, but with less weighing me down. We'll see how it goes... wish me luck.