Wheels up

My maiden voyage in a tiny plane. Four seater. Like a tin can. Been in bigger cars. On runway. Terrified. Stomach doing flip flops. Barf bags at the ready. Friend texted me prayer - wrong religion but who cares.

I'm trying to tell myself it's an adventure. Terrific views. Bucket list. Used to want to learn to fly. Nothing is working. Time for yoga breathing. In thru the nose, out thru the mouth. Or is it the reverse. Lamaze anyone?

So I'm writing. Maybe that will help. On the way to the airport I texted my boys with thoughts, love and advice. Freaked out the eldest. It's all just in case. 

We are sitting on runway waiting for clearance. I can't decide if it's making me more or less nervous. 

Oh, here we go. Engines (yes two) getting louder and faster. Moving now. And we're up. A little calmer now. Spoke too soon. Looking out the window made it worse. Eyes on phone. Eyes on phone. Breathe. Write. Close eyes. Breathe. Open eyes. Look straight ahead. Pilots (yes two) are calm. 

Trying not to hurl. It is smooth, but I am the one who got sick on a dinner cruise around Manhattan. Breathe. Only 68 minutes to go.

Flying right on top of clouds. Fluffy and pretty. They really do resemble giant cotton balls. And now, view of ground is pretty. River to the left, clouds to the right. I'm okay. Safest part of the flight, right? Plane is level, instrument control panel working, lights are green not red (I assume that's good in the universal language of color coding). I don't see any other planes. 

I was just about to try eating some nuts - salted cashews not peanuts are an upgrade - when we turn . . . As does my stomach. Perhaps I should not. Back to breathing.

Pilot just checked on us. Gave him the thumbs up. 45 minutes to go. When I look straight out the front of the plane, I  almost can't tell we are moving. Until I can . . . Little bumps, slight turns, but actually smoother than my typical commercial jet. Pretty cloud view again. Say cheese. Darn prop is photobombing . . . 

Every little bump makes me nervous. Back to breathing . . . Oops opened my eyes . . . Is that the fuel gauge on the "dash"? Between 1/2 and E? I want full. Must be something else. It's moving away from "E."

A little dicey right now - bumpy - and feels like we are descending . . . Intentionally. Full cloud cover isn't my favorite. Blood pressure rising.  Breathe.  Not much longer. Mid-flight pep talk seems rather silly; at this point there's no choice but to suck it up.  

Clear view of Foxwoods Casino. Plane drops, stomach plunges. Still doing better than the honeymoon helicopter hell - will spare the details and think of majestic volcano views.

15 minutes to go and getting lower. Ears clogging and opening. Ocean and bay views now.  Almost there. 

Landing process isn't my thing. Wheels down. Turns. Noises. There's the landing strip and . . . We are down!

Fashion review . . . who am I to judge Karl Lagerfeld . . .

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Fashion writing becomes me . . .

A stylish escape . . .

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on October 7, 2015 

Board in Style at Chanel’s Swanky Airport: Chanel Spring Summer 2016 Bags

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Props to Karl Lagerfeld.  I was transported by the Chanel Spring Summer 2016 show…to a bygone era where air travel was glamorous and shoes and handbags matched.  High-heeled shoes stayed on travelers’ feet as they purposely walked the terminal with nary a line in sight.  More importantly, I felt young, as I missed the original era.

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The RTW show was staged in the airport that Karl built; sleek, open, clean and modern. So much so that it could have been the abandoned TWA terminal at JFK Airport, if Chanel Air launched in NYC rather than Paris.  Pilots pulled classic carry-ons, albeit with subtle quilting (look 1, 2).

Karl Lagerfeld

Look 1, 2

The first traveler sported a black wheeled bag with lime detail and a matching bag with chain (look 5).  I spied a similar or perhaps even the same model in a another bold print, color-coordinated outfit (look 33). Indeed, matching seemed the order of the day: fabric flap bags – classic and otherwise – and structured squares nearly blended into the longer dresses, skirts and pantsuits (looks 37, 38, 39, 40).

Look 5

Look 33

Look 37

Look 38

Look 39

Look 40

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This collection is no slouch. The purses tended to be structured and boxy, but not overwhelming. Silver hues outshone gold.  It was hard to tell from my view online whether many boys and girls showed (look 56 is a boy), but there were “sweaters” tied around the waist which, I suppose, could have been girl bags (23, 28).  I spied some round bags (look 52) and a small one resembling a trunk (looks 66) and a small suitcase (look 59).

Look 56

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Look 52

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Look 23

Look 28

Look 66

Look 59

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Courtesy: SpottedFashion

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Chanel completed the travel ensembles with hats, lots of hats…perfect for flying private out of Aeroport Paris Cambon.  Wheels up and bon voyage.

Maura Carlin

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No Kelly for You

I want a Kelly.   It has taken me a long time to utter these words, but here I am.  The Hermes fund is full and contact made with a sales associate. Yet I feel no closer to getting one.

The reality that I cannot just waltz into a store and buy my Kelly perplexes me.  Isn’t the end goal of a store to sell its merchandise?  I understand the laws of supply and demand and if they’re “sold out” I can’t buy until there’s new supply, possibly at a higher price. Economics 101.

The kicker is, from what I read and hear, that while there may be none for me, Ms A or Mr Z have their pick of the limited lot.  They get “offered” bags.  The concept alone is mind-boggling.  Is my money a different green than theirs (preferably Hermes bamboo which is stunning . . . but I digress)?  Do I need to slip cash into the palm of a sales associate, as though I’m seeking a faster or better table at a chi-chi restaurant?  Or must I declare my loyalty to the H brand by purchasing thousands of dollars of merchandise I may or may not want?

Or worse, am I simply at the whim of the Hermes deities?  Trying to buy a Kelly is like an episode of Seinfeld – where the soup nazi decides who may purchase soup.  George and Elaine are denied because they fail to follow proper soup-ordering procedures and annoy the soup man.  Perhaps my Kelly is really lobster bisque.

Thus far I am not one of the Chosen people.  My sales associate was lovely and took down my information, but I have no confidence she will call.  I remain intimidated by the Orange and think twice before crossing the threshold.   I also do not have the luxury of time or the inclination to be a frequent visitor . . . or as I call it, a nudge.

The longer the wait the more likely my shopping itch will be scratched elsewhere.  I tell myself that I don’t really want a Kelly.  Maybe that will work.

-Maura Carlin

No Soup For You

Please Hermes Gods, may Maura have some SOUP? (and I’ll take another serving too…)

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Bagged

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on February 26, 2015 

Part II: Ode to GST

Dear friend Maura gives us an update to her Part I: Ode to GST
To GST or not to GST, that is the question… 

Breaking news:  We interrupt the Hermes coverage with a special Chanel report…

The GST is out and about, having been freed from its boxing and wrapping and released from its secret hideaway.  Tags were cut and plastic protection removed.  The GST is in Maura’s custody moving from home to car to Whole Foods and the like.

But seriously, why it’s taken me so long to use it probably should be the subject of a different post.  After all, the decision to keep the bag was made weeks ago when store points were redeemed as payment.  For now, suffice it to say I try not to highlight my purse purchases at home.

So far, so good. My GST with gold hardware radiates class and beauty. As I predicted, it’s also spacious.  I easily transferred stuff from my Hermes Evelyne and there’s significant room to spare. Careful packing of my belongings was unnecessary.  The long key chain attachment allowed me to open my front door without detaching the keys.  My phone comfortably occupied the outside pocket. The bag behaved nicely and stayed on my car passenger seat, both buckled and unbuckled (yes, I sometimes buckle bags so they don’t fall and empty on the floor).  Most of the time the bag stayed well on my shoulder over my bulky coat.

With the maiden voyage behind us, I’m optimistic that this is the beginning of a very satisfying relationship between me and my GST.

And now back to our regularly scheduled programming…

Maura Carlin

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