Thanks for the good travel wishes! We arrived safely in London and have already toured our first historical site. More about Hatfield House when I've managed to email my cell phone pictures to myself.
What I really wanted to report on was the success of my travel outfit. I had a brainstorm when I was packing when I realized that some of the clothes I was bringing to wear as a chorister at Canterbury Cathedral would also be great to wear on the plane and during our first stately home visit.
No one would play along and take a picture of me, but my husband and daughter both complimented me on what I was wearing. My daughter said I didn't look like I was going to be traveling, which given the state of modern travel, is high praise.
Inspired by MaiTai's recent posts on visiting New York, this is what I was wearing:
a gray Banana Republic crew-neck t-shirt with silk trim banded at the neckline
in case I spilled something on myself on the plane
black Eileen Fisher pants
with their elastic waist and knit fabric, they're almost as comfortable as sweats--perfect for sleeping on the plane
thin black cashmere Leila Rose cardigan
in case the plane was chilly. And it was.
black Chanel Cambon ballet slippers
as comfortable as slippers and just a little dressy, with the patent leather CCs
black Chanel Cambon wallet-on-a-chain
I bought this last spring for this trip because a WOC is so perfect for travel. I could carry my money, passport, boarding pass, pen, lipgloss, gum, and a comb and know that my pocket won't be picked and I won't lose anything. It might be a little matchy-matchy with the shoes, but hey, I'll risk being too pulled together any day.
black and white Hermes Bolduc silk jersey scarf, folded on the bias and double knotted off to the side
This was to add a little pattern and texture to a very plain outfit. And a scarf can help keep you warm (although I had to take it off during our tour of Hatfield House, where, due to the fact that I had nowhere else to put it, I knotted it onto the handle of my WOC. How very Babe Paley of me.)
I only managed to sleep for a little while on the plane, and so,
as dear Samuel Pepys would put it,