I always forget how cold it has to be for it to snow. I really love the snow, but I freeze my rosy bum off.
Burr. It’s so pretty. Thanks, Deutschland, for snowing before I leave.
Seriously, things are going far too well right now. Sparky and I are great, Loki is great. Family is great. Everyone is healthy and happy.
I’m not one who can really enjoy the good stuff as I wait for the other shoe to fall.
I’m preparing for my trip to Cali which is just around the corner, like days away. Next week I’ll be there.
The flight has me a bit freaked out. My real family didn’t upgrade my ticket from Peasant to Princess, so I’ll be looking longingly at the blue curtain as the scent of fresh baked cookie wafts towards me. I’m close enough to the blue curtain that I’ll be able to hear the clink clink of real silverware and not plastic sporks that taste like pepper.
And I’ll be awake for the whole flight because with my darling little Loki riding in his first class accommodations, I cannot take my ritual Nyquil. I miss Nyquil.
So I have a clothing question. Can I get away with super thick leggings for the flight if I wear a long enough top that covers my butt?
I only have one pair of pants that fit. Well sort of fit. They’re loose everywhere except for the belly. I unbutton them, but they fall down, even with a bella band. And I hate pulling up my pants all the time when I’m sitting. So I figured I’d wear the leggings under a skirt that I have that is also too tight after about an hour of sitting. Then once on the plane I can remove the skirt, put on a long sweatshirt (cashmere, of course) and snuggle in for the flight. I’d have a decent outfit for the airport and for when I arrive, but for the 12 hours of peasant class, I could be as totally physically comfortable as one can really be when flying “eco”.
I’ll have to get up and go to the bathroom a bunch of times not to mention the walking around. So I will actually be seen. But should I care?
And really, its not like a.) I’m a celebrity who will be pounced on by the paparazzi or b.) anyone on that plane is going to give a rat’s ass. We’re all uncomfortable and pissy back there after 8 hours anyway. I suppose by wearing said leggings I can give someone an object for their vitriol. I could re-frame this situation as a community service.
This is the payback for being such a snot about other people outfits, I suppose. But still. Leggings? I have this belief that if you wore something the first time it came into style, you should by no means wear it when it comes back into fashion. Leggings, my friend, I abused you in my youth. Dare I again wear you in public?