As I will be flying East in a week or two, I have to plan not only what I will wear during my visit, but also my airplane garb. I’m very much the Sturdy Gal in transit. Grandes Dames have their pashmina throws, Artsy Cousins meditate so it doesn’t matter what they wear, Sturdy Gals fly in black yoga pants, black tee, and a black down-lined jacket that can be taken off and on easily as one becomes over-heated dashing towards gates. Oh yes, and we like lots of pockets for passport, reading glasses, and cash to buy bottles of water. Which are required after so much dashing.
All of which begs the question of shoes. I, as a good Sturdy Gal, abhor foot pain. However, as a High WASP I cannot bring myself to pair white running shoes with black clothing. Nor pink shoes, nor aqua, nor silver. Shudder. No, they’ve got to be black. Black trainers, as the British and their linguistic cousins would say.
And the shoes have to support the afore-mentioned dashing.
Which brings us to Pumas. I may be Sturdy, but not to the point where I can’t convince myself that these are cooler than Nikes. Why? Who can say. Perhaps the leaping cat, often an image of women on adventure? More likely, the simple unknown-ness of the brand. They are Chipotle to Nike’s Taco Bell. Extra avocado and all.
And if they’re not, don’t tell me. Style is more felt than seen. Especially on feet. Especially on feet in airplanes.
What do you wear to fly?