Fashion in Flight

Everybody dresses to impress on domestic flights. To my right is a woman wearing a glossy black Chambolle-Musigny blouse and matching open-toed Steve Maddens. On my left is a clean-shaven twenty five year old with a classic embroidered button down shirt with a Latin flair and a computer bag that smells 100% leather. Passengers up and down the aisles are sporting expensive Omega jewelry, professional hair treatments, the best smelling perfumes and the newest cellphone attachments.

Then there's me - completely out of place with my worn-out tired look. Sandals, sneakers, sweats, sometimes an overswashed t-shirt other times a favorite college sweatshirt. I sport the same clothes on planes as I do in the gym. Today, I'm even buffed up a bit - a faded pair of lightweight corduroys ripped only slightly at the bottom with a few random strings dragging on the ground. These outfits may not be as flattering as my form-fitting Gucci's and short pleather mini-skirts but this a 4 hour flight not a bar scene...or is it? Before I know it I'll be 40 (sooner than I look) and I'm still dressing like 25 and since my days of bar-hopping have long since ended (minus the recent birthday bash with the girls) frequent flying might be the only chance I get to meet new interesting people, a.k.a. available guys (oxymoron).

Oh no, the plane is experiencing some turbulence right now and two giggly girls in back of me are feigning fear. Their neurotic behavior attracts enough attention from an Alpha male to warrant a look of protection. In minutes they're all exchanging business cards and phone numbers.

I doubt I'll have time for strolling through boutiques and upscale malls (nor would I want to) while in Nashville this week but maybe it's time for me to rethink my wardrobe, at least while confined to a 737 for any length of time...