How I wore it: Glam Polish Hanauma Bay

Bah, whenever I open bloglovin, to login before I get to the page where I can see which blogposts I haven’t read yet, I get to their homepage (obviously!). On their homepage, I can choose between three categories of blog posts: How to get fit in 10 days/train your *insertacronymforlatinnameofthemuscle*/eat only slimy chia pudding, How to make the best caramel chocolate double chocolate brownies with extra pecans and marshmallows with ice cream on top, What to wear today.


Considering that these topics only vary in the blog and hence the picture taken for the blog, you can imagine I jumped at the opportunity to read something else (or at least be greeted by the home page by something else). Well, not entirely something else, because the blog post with the promising title that I clicked (and I’m contradicting myself here, because I can’t recall the blog title) turned out the be a post about how to travel in style.

Despite the fact that I have a life, not a style (which has always been my personal motto, until I started working, and now I have neither) (okay, that’s not true, but it is “cool” to complain, isn’t it), I figured, I’d read the post.
See the thing is, why do people want to travel in style? I consider travelling something that has to be done to get from point A to point B. I really don’t very much enjoy long distance flights (it’s either too hot or too cold, the air is dry, the food comes in little containers, basically pre-cut, and even so, you wouldn’t have enough space to cut it anyhow. Don’t even get me started on hyperactive toddlers in the row behind me…), and short distance flights annoy me, because they’re supposed to be short, and then the whole process of getting to the airport and through security and out of the airport and into the train to the destination takes forever.

Anyhow, the last time I went to Amsterdam, I figured I’d check out people. We usually fly in the evening on Fridays so I go to the airport straight from work, Friday is more-or-less casual, but I still think I looked nice (or maybe not me but the skirt is pretty). When we went through security, I looked around. Special attention wasn’t given to anyone, and the ladies in high heels and a dumb facial expression had to unpack their bags more often than others (maybe resulting in the fact that apparently the security regulations bear difficulties for some members of society to understand).

Middle aged men in suits showed their annoyance with the security personnel, showing off their skills to unpack laptops and phones before they were even asked to take them out of their luggage. At the boarding counter, the very tired looking lady in the almost clean jeans and t-shirt with the screaming little baby was given a better seat and priority boarding (which I think is very helpful and was noted positively by me, your airport style detective). She was also given mean looks by a fellow traveler in ‘style’ who clearly had paid all the attention to choosing an outfit, but forgotten to pack properly, so when we boarded and she was asked for her passport, she had to unpack her bag and all the little bags in her bag, which she carefully selected from several internationally renowned designers, but apparently the next investment for her will be a passport holder.

Also: get this absolutely gorgeous teal from Glam Polish. It is called Hanauma Bay and feels like a mix of Hawaii, the Maledives and The Beach on your nails. 2 coats. PS: It’s a store exclusive for MeiMeiSignatures.

skirt: Marimekko for Banana Republic, shoes: Chatelles, cardigan: J.Crew, headphones: Frends, earrings: Barbara Reisch, bag: Ina Kent.


Filed under: How I wore it Tagged: Banana Republic, Barbara Reisch, Chatelles, Chatelles Paris, frends, Glam Polish, glitter, Hanauma Bay, holographic glitter, Ina Kent, J.Crew, Marimekko, MyChatelles, teal, turqoise, turquois
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