Coping Mechanisms

As you recall in the previous post – my wife and I found ourselves stranded in a Mexico without our luggage and unsure of what to do about it since we had plans to ferry across to Belize the very next day. The prospect of never seeing our clothes again became very real.

Can you say that you’ve stared into that darkness?

Through a small stroke of luck the airline had caved and given us a modest stipend for our troubles, so the next morning we set out to find a whole new wardrobe.

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I begged Amber to get this. 

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And I figured that since I was starting over, I should pursue my ‘pastel goth’ phase right here on the streets of Chetumal, but this shirt ran just a tad too small.

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Instead, this is what we would up with. Amber bought this cool top on the street.

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And I picked out this shirt, which was breezy and aided in the transition into island life. We moved on without our bags and ferried over to Belize to Ambergris Caye. Although we were miserable without our luggage, most of the pain was assuaged with the fact that Belize is an amazing country WHERE YOU CAN DRINK BEER IN THE GROCERY STORE. (see above)

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Unfortunately, tragedy struck again as my underwear budget had already been spent before I FOUND THESE!!!!!!!

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Belize is beautiful but we were in dire straits. No fashion guru would go as far as to admit this, but in the spirit of full disclosure I will say that I did, in fact, spend several days flipping between two t-shirts and a pair of sink washed socks. Eventually that turned into flip flops and a sleeveless shirt.

Yes folks, I had hit rock bottom. 

My clothes did arrive four days later and order was restored to the universe. But not before the elements had a chance to take hold of me and forced my hair into impossible pirate-esque knots.

I went to these countries hoping for extravagant new fashion forwards. Instead I had to take two steps back and catch a glimpse into my depravity. 

Let me leave you with this. A true fashionisto only has one fear in this world:  having all of your shimmer and shine taken away from you. With what I would like to call my ‘hero’s journey’, I can safely say that I stared that demon in the face. And though I would never wish this misfortune upon my worst enemy – I know I can survive that battle. In my soul I know am a better stylist because of it. And for that, I am thankful.

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Disaster Strikes

We were having so much fun in Mexico City & Oaxaca, seeing the sites and trying on incredible clothing left and right. It was a vision of a perfect fashion-fueled honeymoon. And then it all took a turn for the worse….

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This is Amber filling out paperwork in the Chetumal Airport about 45 minutes after we landed (and our luggage had not). After a volley of exchanges with the staff, it was made clear to us that our bags had to stay behind in Oaxaca because our shopping sprees had swelled our suitcases to exorbitant weights that were unsuitable for the safety of the plane. True story! Unfortunately, they would not be returned to us for many days later. 

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In our distress, we got a fancier than usual hotel and bought ourselves pasta and cheesecake to quell the tears. How on earth could we be caught dead outside WEARING THE SAME OUTFIT TWICE IN A ROW ??????

WHAT WERE WE TO DO?

TO BE CONTINUED….

Shop Til You Drop Mexico Style

Here’s a rundown of some of my favorite things we shopped for in the markets of Mexico.

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Here, a marvelous bracelet Amber snatched up for a few bucks.

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And some righteous garb Amber scored.

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And finally, here’s a pic of me back in Seattle wearing some stellar pants I found in Oaxaca and a bag we picked up on Caye Caulker (Belize). I’m trying to flag a cab with a bottle of Gatorade (to complete the look).