‘Tis the season to be jolly—and to squirm in seat 38C for five hours. Holiday travel can be a drag, so I’m online again, shopping for ways to make the phrase “Enjoy your flight” sound a little less facetious.
Fasten Your Seatbelt to Spa Land
The single worst aspect of airplane travel is that you’re strapped to a chair for huge stretches of time, scissoring your legs in front of the tray table to relieve soreness, and trying not to nudge your seatmate who you’ve been playing “capture the armrest” with for the greater part of the flight.
One of my tricks to improve uncomfortable experiences is mentally taking a trip to the spa. Tip the chair back, blast your face with the air nozzle (it does feel surprisingly similar to those $300 oxygen facials), and dab on Origins’ A Perfect World. Chockablock with white tea, bergamot, and orange, it’s probably the most nutritious substance your body will absorb while traveling. (I’m talking to you, peanut pack!) Bonus points: the scent will calm any upset stomachs during turbulence.
Longer flights may require a little more concentration––and product––to reach that zen state. Luckily, the This Works Travel Kit comes with everything but the spa table to help me air-spaaaaah. The kit includes a turbo balm to keep my lips hydrated, a soothing eye serum, a rich lotion for my face and body, an essential oil blend for antiseptic relief, and a refreshing spray for the face. It even comes with a calming inhaler for those flights when I’m sandwiched between the arguing couple and behind the overtired kids.
Don’t Forget Your Passport … and Your Socks
One thing I never seem to remember about flying is that the airplane cabin gets cold. I’m talking movie-theater cold. Considering most flights last longer than a screening of the Lord of the Rings (without the warming distraction of Orlando Bloom), it’s a serious discomfort. Rather than suffer the bemused look of the flight attendant as I wrap an airplane blanket around my feet, I’m springing for some cashmere socks from Banana Republic. At $18.50, they’re cashmere for a song, and their bunny-soft coziness will keep my feet from getting chapped and Hobbit-like.
