Ye Olde Travel Outfit
The default uniform has struck again. This is me early (very early) Weds morning about to get on my flight from Glasgow to Minneapolis. I know you can barely see, but I was not able to linger, fuss with the lighting, etc. Especially in the airport toilets, I mean, come on, right?
Anyway, this should be a configuration that is becoming familiar to you by now: Loose top, skinnies, boots, cropped jacket...yep. It's the Scottish Uniform, last seen here, and before that here, and originally coined thusly here.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I have some serious thrifting to do. Which reminds me...just when I thought I was making headway convincing my British and European friends and acquaintances that all Americans are not hard line right-wingers, sitting at home cleaning their automatic weaponry before Sunday dinner (praise the Lord and pass the ammo...), I saw this sign on the door of my favorite local thrift haunt.
Never mind that. Back to The Uniform.