I do not need any more encouragement to run away from work today. I will spend the rest of my days in a cave, foraging outside for WiFi and electrical outlets, modelling my moss dress and bark accessories. It will be glorious.
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I've been asked on Formspring and in E-mail, "Ari, what do you wear when traveling?"
Well, gentle readers, I am here for you.
Personally, I don't let something as silly as "comfort" fuck up my vacation. When I fly, I fly in style. The last time I flew, I was alone, and only had a carry-on to save on time waiting at the airport. I wore three inch stilletos, a miniskirt, and racerback tank. Running through the Atlanta C Concourse, my heel snapped, and I took a tumble, flashing my panties. Happy vacation!
I'm not much smarter. I'm planning my trip to Wisconsin this July. Again, only bring a carryon and one pair of shoes. Which means I'll probably go to the airport wearing epaulet bangles and a sequined mini. Lesson? Don't ask me for any airport advice unless it involves the concourse bars.
Ask for driving, that I'm very experienced with. Whenever I drive anywhere further than an hour from my house, I wear my favorite deconstructed jeans, Jackie O sunglasses, and bra-top cami. Or just go braless. And barefoot. With a sparkly toe ring.
Lesson? Toe rings are super sassy.
I'll post one with actual tips and tricks tomorrow. After I decompress from the shit Monday I just had.
Ciao, lovies!
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