I’m writing this with the faint smell of sea salt still lingering in my hair and a happy exhaustion deep in my bones. The other day I was in New York, running around in heavy, cozy knitwear for our upcoming JCPenney winter campaign shoot. As soon as I heard “That’s a wrap!” Justin, the boys, and I headed straight to the airport for an overnight flight to Italy.
Yes, we booked a last-minute, five-day family getaway to Sardinia. Yes, we did it with three kids under the age of six. And yes, for a minute I thought I had officially lost my mind.
But with Cannes Lions behind me and a Lucci tour across Chicago, Miami, and Philly staring me down, I made a conscious choice to take a reset. I didn’t want to show up for my community running on empty. I wanted to fill my cup before the marathon began, and spend quality time with loved ones before leaving again.
A close friend told me to take a daytime flight, warning me of the potential nightmare of flying overnight with three young kids. But we chose the nighttime run anyway because the beach was calling and we didn’t want to waste an entire day traveling. We packed our secret weapon—these brilliant little airplane hammocks that hook over the tray tables and through the seatbelts so the boys could sleep with their feet up—and I sandwiched myself in the middle of them. After a surprisingly easy four-hour layover in Frankfurt, we finally landed in sunny Olbia.
The hot air hit us the second we got off the plane, and we didn’t even wait to get to the rental car; we literally changed into shorts right there in the airport bathroom. We were on island time, baby!
We stayed at a gorgeous, rented home tucked away in San Teodoro. Our amazing friends arrived ahead of us and had a fresh dinner waiting when we walked through the door, sweaty and hungry. We sat on the terrace and watched the pink Italian sunset bleed over the hills. I swear I could feel my entire body exhale.
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