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Me: black knee length skirt made from, probably, dead dinosaurs, black camisole, large pink cotton man's button down shirt with rolled up sleeves, black Harley clogs. Rings. Watch. Necklace. Pink transparent plastic with real Japanese beetles in it. And, sadly, reading glasses, which I now have to wear all the freakin' time. But they're okay looking round John Lennon tortoiseshell ones, at least.
I confess, I got the idea for this post because I went to the bank and I had to watch myself on TV while in line, which is just one of those services my bank provides, and for the first time in maybe ever, I thought I looked okay. Usually I cringe in horror.
Bracelet. Pink transparent plastic with real Japanese beetles in it bracelet. The only pink transparent plastic with real Japanese beetles in it thing I own, I swear.
Jeans, semiwrinkled blue button down shirt, and some kickass shoes my wife talked me into getting last weekend. Intentionally casualing it up because I supposedly came in late because of a migraine (actually came in late because of a job interview).
I have this dress on again! The Jumblies Dress. It's the first time I've worn it since I posted about it. I didn't like all the attention I got so I tossed it on the floor in my closet and kicked it to the back (yeah I'm a slob) and forgot about it until today when I had nothing clean to wear so I scrounged around and found this dress and I picked it up and put it in the dryer to get all the wrinkles out and now I'm wearing it. Men are still digging it. I recommend it to any woman (or man, if that's your thing) who wants more than the usual amount of male attention.
My newly tailored to fit roundhouse dress in chocolate from Nau (made from recycled polyster and back in stock boy howdy! I should buy it in blue, too!). An old spangly bracelet. A new haircut that is too much like Victoria Beckham and not enough like my own hair (goddamn it, when I'm paying you and I tell you it's wrong, the proper response is not "well it will be a pisser if I have to work on this longer"). AndNewBoots!
Geometric patterned black/grey/white H&M dress (from the Madonna collection! can't find a pic online, otherwise I'd link); fishnet stockings; black maryjane heels; favorite antique brass choker I got in high school at a junk shop for a dollar.
scody: That's an awesome dress! I was so excited when Madonna collection went on sale and not a single damned piece in it fit me. I tried that dress on like 6 dozen times. You are so totally my heroine for the weekend.
Green and white sneakers, black knee-length skirt, green threadless t-shirt. Orange, blue and white bracelet, two rings, pale pink bra, black underwear.
Just got in, stripped down to underthings, washed off makeup and pulled on one of the 3xl thirts i just bought on the way home. It's like a dress but it smells so much like plastic right now i may have to change.
My package came in the mail but it was apparently at my neighbor's since yesterday. i'm gonna wait until i'm all cleaned up to try them on.
Tight jeans. Coral button-down shirt from Nana Public. Red mary jane Earth shoes. Black boy shortie panties. My favorite beenecklace. Lip gloss. Cool reading glasses.
Black trousers (cheap and flimsy), blue cotton button-up shirt. Black trouser socks, black shoes. My favorite part of the outfit is my shoes. I need a new wardrobe, stat.
White tank top. Black cotton capris. (I just got back from the gym.)
I love that shirt, gaspode. Last year for Christmas, my best friend sent me a snow globe with Darth Vader making a giant snow Death Star. It plays "Winter Wonderland." I adore it.
My standard comfort clothing uniform. Boot cut jeans (the ones from the Gap that fit me perfectly), Powell's Books t-shirt (forest green), no makeup, hair down, Dansko shoes, and my favorite margarita-striped Smartwool socks. And earrings that my friend Pam made.
ethylene: the Nau shop is so much fun: all sleek and modern with big monitors where you swipe a card and it tells you all about the clothes, then you sign into the kiosk, select your item and if you choose to have it shipped to your house--instead of taking it with you--you get a discount (and don't pay shipping). I bought a boatload of things when they began their end of season sale and can't wait until the fall sweaters go on sale.
The same thing I've been wearing for two days: Cheap cut-off white cargo pants and my "Where The Wild Things Are" t-shirt.
Full disclosure: I'm unemployed till next week and enjoying it. Hope that explains things and you found it mildly entertaining. And I have changed my socks once or twice recently.
- A pair of black cotton pants, slung down on the hip since I lost some weight, and rolled up to the calf. They're my exercise pants, my breadbaking pants, my laundry pants, my lounge-around pants.
A cocoa-colored Browncoat t-shirt The Fella gave me on my birthday. I don't deserve the title for two reasons: a) I never saw Firefly in its broadcast heyday, much less lobbied for more support, and b) my dumb tongue stubbornly says "Brownshirts," not "Browncoats" when lured (by, say, a comment on my t-shirt) into conversation with fellow nerds. Surprisingly few people have a sense of humor about this verbal hiccup.
Black leather thong sandals. They have a tiny non-functional buckle that makes a faint tink tink that sounds just like someone stealthily pulling open the screen door. I'm a bit jumpy.
- casual button-up shirt with a beige and dark red plaid pattern, untucked.
- id badge with a seven-year-old photo on it. no grey at all. sigh.
- jeans, only on their second day
- white calf-length socks with grey heel and toe
- converse all-star low tops (which, unfortunately, are now made by nike sweatshop labor. my next pair of similarly-styled shoes will come from here)
- platinum wedding band
Black Pin-stripe trousers (32/34) / White business shirt (with a tiny black verical stripe) size 16 (doesn't fit me well, but no shirts do and I can't afford a tailor) / white t-shirt
In a few minutes, I will change into jeans, t-shirt (probably a Ryan Adams tour shirt), and my faded, worn-out western shirt (by George, I think) that I got from Asda for £8
White cotton shorts, white spaghetti strap T, with a largish, lightweight white cotton short-sleeved button-up shirt over top, unbuttoned. White sandals. Nice earrings I made myself that have blue azure beads over silvery tubes on a longish wire. Hard to explain.
Grey yoga pants, black lace panties, blue fleecy moccasin slippers, one of my Steve Earle T-shirts (Transcendental Blues, black with small logo), pink bra, two diamond rings - one an Art Deco emerald-cut and the other a Victorian trilogy ring - my gold AA necklace & chain, gold leverback earrings with tiny, sparkly, moissanite stones and my lovely internet-bought glasses.
- a stretchy blue hairband, to keep my hair out of my face while I'm baking.
- a stack of blue glass beaded bracelets. I've been making bracelets, and I wanted to give them a test drive before I start giving them away. No other jewelry, oddly enough.
Elsa: I think that slip o' the tongue is hilarious. But then I'm not part of the Cult of Whedon, though I liked Firefly and Serenity enough to recommend them to others
Jeans, hiking boots and a white cotton top. The top has a plunging V neckline, fluttery sleeves and is quite transparent, with crystal beads and georgette in an simple geometrical detail on the neckline. My earrings are chandelier teardrops with some iridescent swarovski flatbacks adorning the mounts. White bra, not nude, with an attractive demicup line but no lace to see. No makeup, ponytail (need a cut). This is my workaday, no meetings scheduled style. The hiking boots are because I couldn't find my white cotton flipflops, and all my other shoes are too fancy or black. Trust me, I'm still as goth as all get out. It's just my little secret today. I'm like, cotton old navyish crystalline goth today. Which so exists.
Boxer shorts and sandals. I just got back from my bike ride home after work and it is 90 degrees and 80% humidity out there. So I'm also wearing sweat.
Though I usually prefer a neckline that goes nearly up to my neckline, as we drove downtown a couple of days ago, I watched the many low-cut ladies bouncing by and instead of thinking "I'd be uneasy feeling a breeze there," I thought "I want a cleavage-y dress. NOW."
It suddenly occurs to me that, if I'd said that verbatim to The Fella, there would have been a great squealing of brakes as he pulled over to the closest boutique.
The roundhouse dress is a close runner-up, though. I like a dress that looks fresh after a bar brawl.
A faaaabulous designer gown, likely Givenchy, with ropes of pearls and awesome 10 carat diamond earings, the latter given me by a certain dark-eyed Italian count (but I can say no more). There are gardenias in my hair, and perfume dabbed on the nape of my neck and on my collarbones (a haunting scent whipped up just for me by a famous perfumier who must, alas, as with so many of my titled and/or famous lovers, remain nameless for the sake of his inheritance); on my feet are shoes once owned by Coco Chanel and which came my way after the previous owner, who kept them in a glass reliquary, realized that they were the subject of a gypsy curse and slipped them to me in a secret pre-dawn meeting at a ruined tower in a small village whose name I now forget. My stockings are purest and finest silk, my lingerie-- my lingerie!-- constructed by blind nuns working in the darkness of their convent for years to stitch and enlace the most delicate wisps of fabric.
...okay, okay, black t shirt, paisley skirt, sandals. *sulks*
From the ground up: black Chuck taylors; ankle socks; khaki green shorts; navy pinstripe boxers; black Dirtbombs T-shirt; reading glasses. Soon I will put on my monkey suit and go to work, but not just yet.
* T-shirt reading "Your girlfriend likes my team." (Milwaukee Brewers branded, probably available for all MLB.)
* Charcoal khakis with numerous extra pockets, mostly unused. The one that's perfect for my cell phone makes it bang against my leg something ferocious.
* Gray athletic socks. White is for people who do their laundry regularly.
* White/blue cross-trainers. The white leather is badly scuffed, long before I want to get rid of them.
/forlornly wishes she had the goods for a jumbly dress
khaki cargo knicks, olive green longsleeve henley, black Boulder Offroad Alliance sox, natty black belt with silver trim, ancient expensive calfskin loafers circa. 1989 or so, sterling hoop earrings, my rings and an old stainless steel timex officer's watch (the kind with the steel mesh band) oh right and my hair wrestled back into an almost neat ponytail courtesy of an industrial strength elastic headband-used-as-ponytailer, since left to its own devices the wild animal attached to my head tends to snarl (and possibly snap, growl and bite, too).
even if i *had* a jumbly dress & the goods to rock it, i wonder if it'd make a diff with the dude. i swear to god the mister has a truly bizarre view of what constitutes a sexy outfit, tho there's a definite theme. one night he flatly refused to let me out of the kitchen unmolested due to my apparently ravishing ensemble of flannel, carhartt's and paint splatter. we also had a mud fight, followed by some seriously dirty nookie in the backyard behind a modesty screen of burlapped shrubs, partially installed landscaping timbers and patio tile.
last night's denver cruiser fancy dress theme was 'white trash', so i was rocking my most heinous dirty-bike-messenger aesthetic in ill-fitting men's jeans (cuffed to mid-calf, pre-shredded by former owner), a plain white men's tshirt with indelible road grime stains, a filthy old marzocchi bomber baseball cap, frayed ratty brown leather belt, and bike shoes. it all fits like contemporary tentware, too, since everything but the shoes are hand-me-downs from the batshitinsane x. about halfway thru the evening (i swear he wasn't drunk, either, we had had only had one beer at that point) he leans over to me and murmurs 'you look really, really sexy in that outfit.' no, we didn't make it to the third bar.
Hair is in a ponytail, a maroon casual button-up shirt in with faint black and white stripes (a mens shirt), khaki capris and my purple slippers that desperately need replacing.
From the ground up: black moccasins, olive-ish cargo pants, black belt, gray pocket t-shirt, dark gray long-sleeved button-down shirt, black jade plugs, brown eyeglasses. Not pictured: black boxers, shiny metal piercing jewelry.
i swear to god the mister has a truly bizarre view of what constitutes a sexy outfit,
I can't resist baggy jeans paired with one of those tops made out of the old long-underwear (union suit) material. Just tight enough to impart of sense of gender, but no tighter.
...tops made out of the old long-underwear (union suit) material.
you may be onto something, as the dude hath professed a sincere appreciation for these as well. luckily i have several (the henley i have on now, in fact) but more because they're ultra comfy and i'm lazy like that.
on the whole he does seem more solicitous but less amorous when i wear frills and furbelows, geegaws and makeup. hm. mayhap he has a thing for dirty girls.
Today I wore Levis, black Chuck Taylor hightops, this t-shirt, plaid boxers, white socks a charcoal blue flannel, my screwheads, my silver record pendant, and my Brooklyn Dodgers cap. Now that I'm home I have forgone the jeans, shoes and socks.
Update: since it's warm today, and since I've been having a sub-optimal week, I decided to forego the full-on monkey suit for work today. So, from the ground up: Docs; white socks; black slacks (cuffed and pleated); black leather belt; paisley boxers; yellow aloha shirt with Chinese(?) dragons flying around pine trees and volcanoes; black T-shirt; glasses.
Black cotton shortish t-shirt dress (which is possibly my favourite article of clothing: comfortable and sexy, too! I would live in if I could), green lace underwear, white lace bra. Oh, and lots and lots of paint--my temporary roommate had a bath and did dishes, so there was no hot water left for meeeeee! *great weeping and gnashing of teeth* I'm going to try again soon. It really is a lot of paint. I feel unclean. On the other hand, in exchange for couch space he does dishes! Wheeeeeee!
Earlier: old punk tshirt with the sleeves cut off, Carhartts, steel toed runners, bandanna, even more paint.
Black denim jacket, short sleeved pink henley, brown linen pants with tiny pockets (wtf is that with women's pants now---some of us prefer to use the pockets) mismatched black and navy socks, black Eccos, glasses.
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