In which Seanan lets the people in her head dictate wardrobe choices a bit too much.
Yesterday after work, Chris and Amy picked me up, so that the three of us could spend Amy's last afternoon in California wandering happily around downtown Berkeley. This is never a bad thing, and it was made even less bad by the fact that my copy of the UK edition of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince finally came (and is now in my hot little hands). Glee!
Since I was a mite cranky, we decided to go wander through the Crossroads Trading Company -- another used clothing store, much like Buffalo Exchange, but situated so that I get there less frequently. Digging through used clothing racks makes me happy. After a great deal of rummaging, I came away with a lovely, swirly cotton skirt in a standard jungle camo print -- my inner Alice and my inner Laura are exchanging high-fives -- and A Dress.
Seriously. A Dress. Either this dress was originally owned by the world's biggest Barbie, or Elle Woods is doing some heavy-duty wardrobe refurbishment, because this dress used to belong to one of them. It's backless, clingy, full-skirted, cleavage-baring, and electric pink with black stripes that angle in a wide variety of directions. I should put this on and stand over a sewer grating while pushing it ineffectually downwards with the heels of my hands. That kind of dress.
But it fits me, and it looks, actually, not bad at all (and will only start looking better over the next few months). And I can now say that I own a neon pink dress, which really, all California blondes (of a certain stripe) should be able to say.
Bizzare.
Since I was a mite cranky, we decided to go wander through the Crossroads Trading Company -- another used clothing store, much like Buffalo Exchange, but situated so that I get there less frequently. Digging through used clothing racks makes me happy. After a great deal of rummaging, I came away with a lovely, swirly cotton skirt in a standard jungle camo print -- my inner Alice and my inner Laura are exchanging high-fives -- and A Dress.
Seriously. A Dress. Either this dress was originally owned by the world's biggest Barbie, or Elle Woods is doing some heavy-duty wardrobe refurbishment, because this dress used to belong to one of them. It's backless, clingy, full-skirted, cleavage-baring, and electric pink with black stripes that angle in a wide variety of directions. I should put this on and stand over a sewer grating while pushing it ineffectually downwards with the heels of my hands. That kind of dress.
But it fits me, and it looks, actually, not bad at all (and will only start looking better over the next few months). And I can now say that I own a neon pink dress, which really, all California blondes (of a certain stripe) should be able to say.
Bizzare.