How very coincidental that yesterday the daily Who What Wear newsletter e-mail I subscribe to dedicated their latest with "What They Wear: Airports." Coincidental, you see, because today I'm off! I fly with the dapper husband to San Diego through Sunday!
The trip is purely a vacation to relax away from the New York hubbub, see friends (and their new babies!), as well as get a little time to ourselves before he heads to the Warped Tour. I'm excited for a respite from all the fast-paced fun of New York.
But I digress: I had to size up who I'd be dressed most like this afternoon at the airport. And since I'm already taking my own Panama Hat (guess where I got it a couple of years ago?), travel in my jeans and long-sleeved shirt, it seems I'll be "stylin'" like Emmy Rossum. Though isn't airport "style" just "what am I most comfy in"? The Panama Hat was by sheer coincidence - you can't pack a hat. Unless you have hatboxes; I don't.
I will probably make Jesse take a picture of me at the airport while we're waiting at our gate. You know, evidence and all. Plus, I will be bored. Do you care what you wear to airports? Do you break out your nobody-knows-I-own-this velour track suit? Is it bright pink? Is there something scrawled on the butt of it? Details!