And then there's this...

"Pink" sweatpants. Full blanket, like from her bed. Keep in mind, the flight we are boarding is just a shuttle flight from Charlotte to DC. It is an hour in the air. This is just plain unnecessary.

I wish you could see the detail on this pant.

This is a nearly perfect traveling pant. They have beautiful details like a zipper up the back and piping down the front and back. They are slightly equestrian in nature, which is fitting, for riding a horse is also a form of traveling. I admire her tip of the hat to traveling styles of the olden days.

My traveling companions

As I waited to board my flight from Gatwick to Charlotte, I was disturbed by quite a ruckus. Possibly 10 men were speaking very very loudly and laughing even louder in an almost indecipherable (to my American ear) English dialect. Best I could tell, they were from Northern England. I could tell they were slightly tipsy at 10am. It appears they were en route to MYRTLE BEACH of all places, to play golf. Baffling when you can go to Scotland faster. I boarded the plane to discover they were just a few rows behind me.

This was one of those 2 seats, 4 seats, 2 seats planes. The flight wasn't full, so let me talk a minute about "not full flight" etiquette. If you are sitting on the aisle and the entire row to your side or in front of you is completely empty, you move to the empty row allowing both you and you window seat mate a row for yourself. You don't just sit there, in complete silence, staring at the empty seats all around you until the slightly miffed window seat has to say, "since the plane has fully boarded and no one is going to sit there, I'm going to move over to those seats since you're not". And then you most certainly do not move over to the window seat that your seat mate (who happens to love the window seat) vacated for the sake of her own comfort for 8 hours. If you wanted to book a window seat, book a window seat. Don't make your very beautiful seat mate feel bullied into sitting far from the window (no worries, I was very comfortable, just annoyed). I didn't take me shoes off.

Back to the drunk Northerners. A few minutes after the flight takes off, I am joined by the loudest of the men. One might even call him the leader. There were still 2 empty seats between us, but you better be sure I could hear every word he shouted to his chums 5 rows back even as I attempted to watch 4 episodes of the ever delightful "Downton Abbey". When the drink cart went by the first time, he ordered a Bloody Mary, with 4 vodkas. Yep. As soon as that was finished, he got a beer. This happened the entire 8 hour flight. I think I counted a total of 7 drinks. I clearly have no problem with excessive drinking, just don't be sloppy drunk disturbing my "Downton Abbey". Finally, at 4pm US time, he ordered a tea "because it's 4pm and that's what us English do". Apparently they also enjoy day drinking crap vodka and beer.

I tried to stealthily take the pic below through the armrests. I do wish you could actually make out the magazine that is resting on the seat behind me. It is called "Boobs" and the cover involved that and only that. Ladies with boobs. Big big boobs. You can barely make out actual legs of one of the ladies featured in "Boobs". In the foreground, a crumpled can of Becks and the remnants of his morning Bloody Mary. I don't find this appropriate traveling behavior.

And she is not...

I was blinded by the best dressed and almost missed the girl in a sweatshirt, 3/4 length spandex pants and sneakers. Did she just decide to hop on the plane after the gym?

She is so cute!

Charlotte to DC. Not a long flight, but she wins best dressed (despite the almost questionable teased bump-it)

London Garwick - 7:30 am

This is a bare foot and a beer. At 7:30am. Seriously. I can get down with the beer part of it.

Yes that is a union jack neck pillow.

I can almost forgive the ugg here

Almost. I would forgive it more if it were black. The pants are fantastic but the color of the ugg just doesn't work with the color of the pant. She is smartly layered. Not a best dressed but I appreciate her.

And here we go

Greg and I both have a lot of frequent flyer miles, but on different airlines. So, we decided for our 3 year wedding anniversary to go to London using said miles. Greg gets to fly nonstop from JFK to Heathrow on American. I am flying LAGuardia to Charlotte to Gatwick on my abusive boyfriend USAir. We will meet in London at the hotel, old school, no cell phones. I mean, what did we do before we could stalk every movement of a love one's flight with a simple app? So I left the apt at 11am our time and will likely arrive at the hotel 9am tomorrow London time. That's about 17 hours of travel. And the outfit below is what I am wearing for the entire journey. No change into pajamas. No addition of a huge pillow from my bed. I am bring what I am wearing, a bag with one change of clothes and PJs (cause I'm prepared if my boyfriend, USAir, tries to hit me and makes me spend the night some where that is not London), travel distractions like kindle (I think I've just named her Gertrude), a purse, trench coat and scarf. Greg has the rest of my clothes in his suitcase. So what I'm saying is that it is possible to travel internationally and not look like a freshman in college who just realize you can sleep an extra 5 minutes if you wear your pajamas to your 8am French recitation (not that I ever did that).

I haven't seen a lot of noteworthy people here to discuss, but Charlotte is always a gold mine! See you there!

Subway fascinator

Now this is what a fascinator should be. I WANT THIS.

questionable subway fashion

I am expanding my commentary to cover daily subway rides: the good and the bad.  The pant to the right was photographed in March.  MARCH.  Before labor day.  I know all rules have gone out the door at this point, but you still really shouldn't wear white before Easter.  And this is the perfect case of my theory, nay opinion,  that spandex is a privilege,  not a right.  I mean, does she know that her panties are actually ticker than her pant?  It's a lot to handle.









And then we have this sleepy woman, with a plastic blue jay bobby pinned into her hair.  With tendrils.  Presumably on her way to a Ren Faire.

Best dressed

I love this girl in her appropriate red eye wear. A heeled boot, jean, a really beautiful red satin dress, a green sweater and an aggressive scarf. I applaud her.

Before and after.

This girl decided to go change into her sweats for the flight. I am actually quite thankful she did, as her "before" was so terrible. I mean terrible.

This is the worst...

Bare feet flying in the air. Hot pink sweatpants. I'm too upset to comment further. BARE FEET.

This is how much I love my readers.

I am breaking one of my main airport rules, no homeless sitting on the airport floor, just so I can charge my phone. I wouldn't want to deprive you all of seeing the fashion missteps on the red eye back from LA. You will note, my hair is borderline homeless hair. It's contagious. I'm catching bad judgement by breaking my rule and sitting on the floor. I sacrifice for you, dear readers.