My flight home to NC yesterday was severely turbulent, like you are inside of a martini shaker made of death, like not even the stewardesses could stand, and so I went to my happy place, which is to say the Skymall magazine, for comfort and also joy. A few favorites:
Burrito baby blanket so that your baby can look like a burrito, men’s buttlift / buttpad underwear, an ‘adorable’ bag with an eyeball on it that WINKS AT PEOPLE as ‘you pass them or they pass you,’ and last but not least, a hoodie with a little pocket for a beer. HOW, IN A WORLD WHERE YOU CAN WRAP YOUR BABY UP TO LOOK LIKE A BURRITO, COULD A PLANE EVER CRASH? IT JUST CAN’T.