I've been stuck at JFK for the past four hours, and it has been good people-watching for sure. I'm always in a quandary about what to wear on long, overnight flights, so I like to compare what everyone else is wearing and make adjustments where necessary.
It's like a regular circus around here with all the different kinds of people who go through New York City. Of course there are the frazzled parents in sweatshirts, jeans and an armful of children. Then there are the people who don't have children and still don't care what they look like, showing up in pajama pants and oversize t-shirts. Really?!! I had a nun dressed in a full habit sitting next to me for a little while. And on the flight from California I think I was sitting across from a real, live prositute. Well she was wearing skin-tight everything, fake boobs, full ghetto make-up and her ring tone was that "move your body like a cyclone" song. So it seems that "hooker" is the logical explanation.
For my part, I'm wearing straight-leg super dark jeans, thin layered shirts, a huge long faux-fur coat, a gigantic doctor bag that holds my laptop/handbag/magazines/etc, and smudged makeup with messy curly hair. Basically, I'm a hot mess. That's what four hours of waiting at JFK will do to a girl.
Even though I'm still on vacation, school has been weighing on my mind. More specifically, I've been thinking about my upcoming internship as a copy editor for The Post-Standard, my local newspaper in Syracuse.
I know the job won't be glamorous by any stretch of the imagination, but I can't help daydreaming about my work wardrobe (and pretending I'm an Ashley Olsen and can shop straight from the Spring 2008 ready-to-wear shows)...
First day of the week...I'm definitely going to need a fool-proof outfit and some heavy black sunglasses to hide my tired eyes. Burberry Prorsum to the rescue.
Getting into the week and feeling a bit more confident. I can start pulling off some bright colors by 3.1 Phillip Lim.
It's the perfect day for a power suit, and no one makes them better than Karl Lagerfeld at Chanel.
It's almost the end of the week, and I'm feeling light and happy, like this color block dress from Aquascutum.
Of course, this British house knows the importance of wearing coats in upstate New York. So I'll play along and put this on over it.
Oh the glorious last day of the week. I'll probably throw a little cardigan over this Jovovich-Hawk dress while working in my cubicle. Don't want to catch a cold before the weekend!