When you see something as old school as this, you have to say the whole proper word: aeroplane. Not plane. Aeroplane. Just like how you learnt it in school.
This is a tee I made way before the days of hansel, when I created a tiny range of clothing and named it "d" (after my dog, of course). The "d" label was hand embroidered on the shoulder, the happy yellow jet aeroplane was ironed and tacked on by hand, and its trail, a hand-stitched running stitch.
Still kinda cute after all these years.