Friday Thoughts

So I’ve been thinking . . . why is my hair always so f*ed up when I fly. I look around and everyone else looks fresh as a sun-kissed daisy.

So I’ve been thinking . . . why is my hair always so f*ed up when I fly. I look around and everyone else looks fresh as a sun-kissed daisy.

Me, no. My hair is flat yet dry and flyaway at the same time. WTF? As the flight goes on, I start to wilt more and more. Is there some secret I missed out on growing up? Is there a trick I haven’t been following? I’ve been flying since I was five years old. Surely by now I would’ve learned how to be a smart, sophisticated, worldly, casually chic, and fresh-faced traveler.

But nope, I am none of those things. I am one of those people who come off the plane, weathered, tired-looking, pale, makeup smudged off, hair a mess, wrinkled, and disheveled. I have no idea why. I take all the precautions. I dutifully drink only water, without ice of course. No alcohol. I bring hand sanitizer, moisturizer, and a soothing lip balm, all of which I apply constantly. I have some face cream and undereye concealer. I bring my toothbrush, hairbrush, and deodorant. And my mother taught me to dress for travel. You won’t find me in sweats and a t-shirt on a plane. (Actually, probably not ever.) And all this for what?

Because I certainly don’t walk off the plane looking like this (or get an award for looking like this).


No, I look more like this. (No disrespect to Alan Rickman.)


So, how do you fly? What travel tips do you use? (Because clearly I could use a few!)

While I may never master the fine art of packing or the glamorous look of jet setting, it won’t stop me from traveling! Flat hair and all.

And another thing (or two or five or six) . . .

I’ve been reading . . . The Sweetness of Forgetting. Finished it. Lovely book. I love the great-grandmother’s story and how she escapes the Holocaust to come to America because in America, “they don’t persecute you for your religion.” Something we need to remember these days. Thanks again Michelle for the recommendation.

I am on a reading roll. I started and finished The Ice Queen by Alice Hoffman. I really liked it. It’s quirky and such an odd story but with a common theme. Alice Hoffman’s writing is always spot on, and I like how her stories have a magical or mystical component.

On to my next book . . . reading A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini, author of The Kite Runner (which slayed me, so sad, so moving—I felt a slight personal connection to it given my family’s journey.)

I’ve been watching . . . Mad Men. So I’m still watching this show but I can’t say I like it. There’s not one likable character. And most of the characters are pretty plastic. Is that the irony? Am I not getting it? I know this show got a lot of accolades for its writing but I’m not getting that either. Sigh, I long for a really good, clever drama that enthralls me.

Also watched, for about the fifth time, the movie About Time. I LOVE this movie. It’s one of my top ten movies. I first saw it on a flight from Istanbul to Chicago, and I sobbed unapologetically. Beautifully sincere, it’s a sentimental yet substantial movie about a young man who can travel in time, only backwards not forwards and only within his life (so he can’t go back in history and kill Hitler). It’s not sci-fi; it’s a romantic movie. And really, to me, the heart of the movie is the relationship between the father and son. Heartbreakingly real. And, in the end, it’s about the finding the extraordinary in your ordinary, every day life.

I’ve been listening to . . . Andrew Bird, The National, Lou Reed, Mumford and Sons, and George Harrison. Lots of great music! And I just discovered this and now I am hooked!

Have a wonderful weekend!


(Image of sky from plane by Ela Aktay. Image of Victoria Beckham found here. Image of Snape found here.)

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