I don't get off of six-hour cross-country flights looking awesome — who does? — but I can passably walk into a business meeting without my stomach being covered in red lines from uncomfortable, crushing waistbands.
I realized that if I wanted to make my time in the airport as easy and cheap as possible, I needed to get my act together and learn how to pack a carry-on like an adult.
I want to look pulled together when I fly. I’ve recently accepted that I do not. When I go home for the holidays I go in style: sweat pants and Uggs with wool socks.