When autumn won’t come to you, sometimes you have to go to autumn. I’m leaving on a jet plane this afternoon and headed east. While I’ve had moments of doubt that I could actually be 3000 miles away from Parker for almost 48 hours, the 75 degree weather waiting for me in Manhattan will be the silver lining of a little remote working. Obviously I’ll be taking full advantage and packing a sweater or two, especially for the flight. Do you have a travel uniform? This is mine:
Oversized sweater, meet uber-stretchy skinny mid-rise jeans, because there’s nothing worse than a low-rise jean as you’re bending over at TSA to remove your shoes. Speaking of shoes, the chunky heel on this boot means they’re comfortable enough to dash across the airport in event of a gate change, but high enough to still feel like I tried. Seems like the perfect compromise, right?
Here’s the thing about chasing fall: I can’t stay long. I have this really cute baby girl waiting for me to get home, so, fall, next time you’re coming to me. Deal?
Photography by Mary Costa