So, here’s a picture of me in a outfit that you’ll never see again—because, apparently, my friends saw it first. When I packed for London last week, I thought I was bringing my A-game: chic coats, perfectly-cut jeans, smart, day-to-night sweaters that made me look like I knew how to pronounce “5 Hertford” properly. Little did I know, my suitcase was more of a community wardrobe. Every day, another “Can I borrow this ?” turned into “You’ll get it back... eventually.” Spoiler alert: eventually never came. By the time I flew home, all I had left were exercise clothes, plus a deep respect for my friends’ persuasive skills, and a mental note to direct them to next time we travel together—because my suitcase isn’t their stockroom. While they’re at it, I’d recommend this , these wide-leg , this , and the , below (which I have and they are not allowed to borrow!). This post is in paid partnership with . #AD