Confessions of A Vintage Flyer

Hola, Ms. Heel!

I am hoping you all have a great weekend. I'm headed out to Miami this weekend for a little R&R-well deserved too, I might add. I have an 11 O'clock flight and just like Victoria Beckham and son, I'll be that hot-ass M.I.L.F. (Moms Intent on Looking Fine), strutting my stuff through the airport with my baby boy-wearing heels of course! If you recognize me, hollah!

What can I say, I'm a vintage flyer. I love to dress up while flying. Like it used to be-back in the day. I've told you girls before, I'm very old school; planes are sexy and mysterious to me. Like a certain male celeb who haunts my dreams, with his penetrating eyes; always reminding me in my sleep of the night we met...Ok, ok enuf of that-back to my confessions of flying. And girls, what's a good flight without a good cocktail to ease the tummy and turbulence? I don't know how a flight gets any better-besides flying first class! But nowadays, you non-dressing up people have ruined that for me as well. With your crocs, non-designer jeans, t-shirts, sports jerseys, fanny paks and sensible shoes! Somehow with the introduction of frequent flyer miles, came a whole new generation of flyers-first class hasn't been the same.

But here's fair warning to all you haters: "DON'T HATE ME BECAUSE I'M BEAUTIFUL!" I'm just a girl who really enjoys the pleasures of clothing and accessorizing. So when your man checks me out (and he will), don't be mad or hate-duplicate...PLEASE!!! I really don't like being the hottest Bitch in the airport. It's lonely here all by my well-dressed self!

Ciao!