:: fly, fly away ::

chambray:  old navy  |  t-shirt: zara  |  skirt: american apparel | shoes: cynthia rowley  | purse: furla  | tote: zara |  belt, necklace, and glasses: f21

Growing up, any sort of travel required me to reach for my burgundy red velour track suit.  In my defense our travels were always trans-atlantic and took a good 24+ hours to reach our final destination.  That, and, the fact that living/sleeping in jeans for extended periods of time is *so* unbelievably uncomfortable.  I'm proud to say that this time I didn't reach for my sweet track suit, but instead was able to create a look that was a.) comfortable  b.) layered,( because we all know how reliable airplane temperatures are) and  c.)  cute.  Plus, I didn't have to worry about any wardrobe mal-functions happening - there's nothing worse than running to your plane, juggling your luggage, purse, jacket, c.d. player,  and then noticing that your goods are trying to make a debut.

 I digress.

I'm pretty sure that from now on, any time I fly I'll be reaching for some sort of maxi skirt.  And that I will become a better packer, and not have to resort to the airport floor for readjusting the weight in my luggage.  

Yes, I am that girl.

p.s.  I can't help but feel like Jamie Beck in these pictures.  If only!

p.p.s  I may have retired my track suit for travel, but I still have it hanging in my closet.  Saggy, worn-out butt and all.