Lucky Is…What Lucky Wears

I’ve packed outfits for meetings with Vogue editors.

Dinners with international hoteliers.

My own wedding brunch.

And yet.

This two-day trip to North Carolina has me scratching my blonde head.

I mean, how many times do you meet your 18-year-old daughter for the first time?

How many times will we replay this reunion in the years to come?

So, yeah: the outfit.

My favorite Paige jeans and lucky scarf are in the suitcase.

But the faux-fur coat: is it too NYC?

Are my patent-leather boots impractical?

My Converse too casual?

I’m contemplating neutral vs. bold when I get a text from her:

I’m out shopping for the perfect outfit right nowwww!

Of course she is.

Of course she’s obsessing like I am.

Over exactly the same thing.

We are, after all, fashioned from the same flesh.

And this outfit?

After all?

Is simply the first we will wear to what will hopefully be many, many meetings.