Packing for a weekend isn’t just about clothes and toiletries—it’s about curating an experience. Especially when the weekend is a carefully crafted fantasy shared between two people, every item I bring tells a story, sets a mood, or sparks a feeling. Packing becomes part of the ritual, part of the anticipation, part of the magic.
First, I always start with the wardrobe. I bring a selection of outfits that cover every occasion the weekend might offer. A sleek, form-fitting cocktail dress for elegant dinners; soft, sensual lingerie that feels like a second skin; a cozy cashmere sweater and silk pajamas for mornings wrapped in luxury; and, of course, something unexpected—a playful piece that can surprise and delight. Each item is chosen not only for how it looks but for how it makes me feel. Confidence in what I wear is the foundation of the fantasy.
Beauty essentials come next, but with a minimalist mindset. I pack my favorite perfumes—usually two, one floral and one muskier—because scent is one of the most intimate ways to create memory. A small makeup kit with all the essentials, plus a bold lipstick that can change the entire vibe in one swipe. Skincare products I trust, because glowing skin is a must, not just for photos but for the way it makes me feel when I catch my reflection.
I always include a few indulgences—a luxurious body oil that turns any touch electric, a silk eye mask for a deep, uninterrupted sleep, and sometimes a little surprise, like a silk scarf or a delicate piece of jewelry that I can weave into a story or moment. These small touches elevate the experience beyond the expected.
Technology gets packed discreetly. My phone, of course, but also a portable charger and noise-cancelling earbuds, because sometimes a playlist or a moment of silence can shift the whole mood. I keep my devices on “do not disturb” to honor the space we’re creating, but it’s nice to have music or a guided meditation ready if we want to slow down.
What I don’t pack are distractions—work emails, worries, or anything that pulls me out of the moment. The weekend is a bubble, a getaway from the outside world, and my bag reflects that. It’s light, intentional, and full of possibility.
Finally, packing is about mindset. Before I zip up the suitcase, I take a moment to breathe, to visualize the weekend ahead. I imagine the laughter, the whispered conversations, the slow dances in a softly lit room. Packing becomes an act of self-care and preparation, setting the tone before the fantasy even begins.
A well-packed bag is like a promise. It says I’m ready to be fully present, fully engaged, and fully myself. It’s the first step in a weekend where every detail matters, and every moment is designed to delight.
So yes, how I pack is more than just preparation—it’s the start of an unforgettable story.