I spend a fair amount of time thinking about what I’m going to wear on my travel day. I probably give my travel outfit more thought than the other outfits I prepare. Why? I want to get it right because travel can be so unpredictable—like it was over a week ago. Erin and I were meeting at the airport and catching a flight to Burbank, CA where we’d Uber it to our client’s house in the Hollywood Hills. We were spending a week together creating outfits for her busy life. We’d done the same thing three years ago, but it was time for an update!
On the morning of my flight, I got up, slipped into my well-planned, comfortable outfit and could easily visualize myself at the other end, arriving at 3 p.m. We were starting work the next day so this afternoon arrival would give us plenty of time to chill out and have fun in the neighborhood that afternoon and evening.
A smart travel outfit makes you look cool when you’re actually sweating
The only outfit I plan out ahead of time is my travel outfit. It feels so good to be relaxed and “in control” of something before heading out on a trip.
Russ drove me 35 minutes to an Airporter terminal in Marin. It was Saturday morning and there was no traffic. What joy!
I kissed him goodbye, boarded the bus, and then the not-in-control part began. It was pouring down rain and the bus driver had gotten word that the freeway was closed ahead.
Accident. All lanes closed. We’d have to go through Sausalito and wind through its narrow streets to get to the Golden Gate Bridge. He gave us the plan, but then the driver asked, “Does anyone know the way?” Oh boy.
If any of you have visited Sausalito you know how narrow the streets are through town. He managed to take the twists and turns up the back way to the beginning of the Golden Gate Bridge. We crossed the bridge and got on to 19th Avenue and gosh, it looked like I was going to make my flight. Woohoo!
And then the text came in. “Your flight has been canceled.” Holy moly.
Thank goodness I was wearing my put together outfit. I was ready to face the new plan.
I got to the airport and hooked up with Erin. We were rerouted to LAX and would take off in about three hours.
My comfortable outfit was perfect for a hike from one terminal to another. We left our Southwest Airlines Terminal and headed over to the International Terminal where we decided the people watching and restaurants would be better. The famous SF restaurant, Tartine, had gone into the International Terminal. We went through the TSA lines at the International Terminal, had lunch and gin fizzes (Erin’s idea) at Tartine with plenty of time to head back through security a third time to Southwest Airlines.
The making of a comfortable travel outfit
I’d been enjoying wearing my cropped full-leg Eileen Fisher wool pants that week, and I wanted to keep wearing them. Often I’m in jeans or a knit pant for flying but I wanted to wear these full pants. They have an elastic waist and they’re not tight anywhere. I really wanted to wear it my favorite way which is with a mock turtle sweater with a mix of textures, but if I got hot on the flight, I’d suffer. A turtleneck really holds the heat in.
Here’s the soft draped full pant. It has pockets!
Next up, the layers. I went with my soft—it’s been washed a hundred times—black and white striped tee as my first layer.
My next layer was a soft knit, textured long-sleeved Margery top that came from Artful Home. It has a loose cowlneck. I love the ease.
Mixing stripes with polka dots is so entertaining to me. When you’re traveling by air, you might as well be entertained from the start! You never know what’s going to happen so wear something that makes you happy—that’s what I always say.
I chose this lightweight black and white scarf. It’s in a hangman’s knot. It keeps my neck from getting chilled. When I get hot or need more air, I take it off and it goes into my purse.
LA was in for several days of stormy weather so naturally, I brought my raincoat with a quilted liner.
Once we got to our place, we dumped our suitcases and headed out to dinner. No need to change clothes; I was still happy in my travel outfit. A place called Farmhouse sounded great and it was perfect! They had the best rhubarb cake dessert. We couldn’t stop thinking about it.
The work week went well. I wore the pants for two more days.
I wore them to work on Monday.
I still hadn’t tired of wearing these pants. Besides, it seemed we had dessert at every meal so that elastic waistband came in handy!
By the way, I’ve been wearing my classic L.K. Bennett riding boots the whole time. They come to the knee. I haven’t worn them much this winter, but they sure got a workout last week!
Then on Saturday morning, I put on my same travel outfit. I always wear the same outfit coming and going. It’s one less thing to think about.
Our Uber driver played jazz on the radio and drove us down Sunset Boulevard all the way to the freeway. The houses, the landscaped lawns, the wide porches—oh my! The sun was shining, there were big puffy white clouds in the sky. I missed LA already.
Heading home with less airline drama
Nothing much happened at the airport. Everything was on time. We headed to our gate and got ready to board with our fellow Group D passengers.
I was in front of a woman carrying three red roses, slightly wilted. I said, “Those roses must have a story to tell.”
She said, “We buried my father on Friday and these were on his casket. He’d gotten sick and had an operation but never really recovered from it. ”
“I’m so sorry. I’ve lost a parent. I know a little bit about what you’re going through,” I said.
“I was telling my daughter here how it comes in waves,” she said. “I’ll be going along and it just hits me and I’m in tears.”
“Yes, I know. It just smacks you in the face when you least expect it,” I said.
“I’m doing pretty well, but when a kind person like you talks to me like this, I get teary again,” she said.
“I’m getting teary too,” I said.
I touched her face with love and said, “It’s a journey.”
Having just talked about grief here on the blog and having read your comments, I felt like my heart was reaching out to hers with the full support of this community. When you’ve experienced grief, it’s not hard to be with someone who is going through it. It might have been nice to have been seated together. I’d have just listened.
So that’s it, folks. I thought of you a lot in LA. And now I’m happy to be home, here in my office, sharing fashion stories with you.
You’ve probably got a travel story to share! How do you choose what you’re wearing when you travel? Can’t wait to hear from you!