Day 10 - What you wore today, in great detail
Wow, this turned out to be surprisingly intricate. It may go into WAY more detail than you want to know, especially if you are a relative.
I woke up in the dancing bears nightshirt my mother brought me back from Mesa Verde. It isn't sexy, but whenever I find it in the bottom of my drawers I wear it until I lose it again--keeps me warm in the winter, and I love it.
I wore to work the hiking boots I bought to go to Europe when I was 19. Usually I wear my five finger shoes, but it looked like rain, and I didn't want to get my feet yet. Someone back in college recommended against getting Gortex lining in my boots, because it would trap water if I walked through a stream, but in all these years I have walked through many puddles and not a single stream, so I guess I made the right choice.
I wore new socks I got from Jack's 99 cent a few weeks ago. I admit I'm a bit spoiled on the sock front; I buy them from dollar stores, so I don't know what they should cost. It means I end up with a collection of silly and seasonal socks, but considering I wear them so rarely, they do me okay.
My jeans were the same ones I've been wearing for the last three days, the smaller of two pair I bought at K-mart a few months ago when I found some $20 jeans that didn't fit too poorly. When you look like me, buying jeans can be an ordeal, so when I find something that fits, I buy several and hang onto them. I weigh more than I ever have right now, but I guess the weight-lifting is making me toned, so the smaller jeans fit. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
The jeans are held up (or more accurately, prevented from gapping too badly) by a black webbing belt studded in rhinestones. I have no idea where it came from, but the rhinestones are coming off, and they are really a hazard to navigation--I expect that some day el ministro will hop onto one of the pointy things and kill himself.
My thong is one that came from a rare buying spree. I am particular about my underwear--it's going to end up up my butt, so I want the smallest amount of fabric possible. But for some reason, size Large string bikinis are hard to find. One day I went to every single store on Fifth Ave (near me) and bought out their entire selection--didn't care what it looked like, as long as it was shaped properly. After buying out every store, I had little more than 10 pairs. Today was zebra stripes with pink trim.
My bra came from the bra gods. I haven't bought a bra in a long time, but bras seems to get left here all the time, and if they fit, they are mine. These bras always seem to fit me better than my few abortive attempts to buy my own bras, so I just go with it.
My shirt (which I picked out in my usual fashion sensitive way--reach into the closet and take the first thing I touch) is a soft, long-sleeved shirt that a friend left at my house in California ages ago and that I confiscated.
My wedding ring is a stainless steel band that says "I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine" inside it. We went for stainless steel because when we lose them we can replace them for $30--after I lost my engagement ring, that seemed like a good plan. After two years, neither of us have lost our rings (permanently, at least).
My coat is a beautiful white wool coat that I stole from my mother's closet several years ago. It was a present to her from my great-grandmother, and since she hasn't worn it in years, clearly it was mine. I wore it until I destroyed the lining, then had it relined as a Christmas present last year. Apparently fixing the pockets is not part of relining, so fixing and reinforcing those is the next project.
Over my coat I wore the beautiful shawl I got from my mother in law, my pod-belt camera bag/purse, and penguin hat.
Wow, it turns out that I have enough to say about all this that I don't even have the energy to describe my exercise gear!
I woke up in the dancing bears nightshirt my mother brought me back from Mesa Verde. It isn't sexy, but whenever I find it in the bottom of my drawers I wear it until I lose it again--keeps me warm in the winter, and I love it.
I wore to work the hiking boots I bought to go to Europe when I was 19. Usually I wear my five finger shoes, but it looked like rain, and I didn't want to get my feet yet. Someone back in college recommended against getting Gortex lining in my boots, because it would trap water if I walked through a stream, but in all these years I have walked through many puddles and not a single stream, so I guess I made the right choice.
I wore new socks I got from Jack's 99 cent a few weeks ago. I admit I'm a bit spoiled on the sock front; I buy them from dollar stores, so I don't know what they should cost. It means I end up with a collection of silly and seasonal socks, but considering I wear them so rarely, they do me okay.
My jeans were the same ones I've been wearing for the last three days, the smaller of two pair I bought at K-mart a few months ago when I found some $20 jeans that didn't fit too poorly. When you look like me, buying jeans can be an ordeal, so when I find something that fits, I buy several and hang onto them. I weigh more than I ever have right now, but I guess the weight-lifting is making me toned, so the smaller jeans fit. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
The jeans are held up (or more accurately, prevented from gapping too badly) by a black webbing belt studded in rhinestones. I have no idea where it came from, but the rhinestones are coming off, and they are really a hazard to navigation--I expect that some day el ministro will hop onto one of the pointy things and kill himself.
My thong is one that came from a rare buying spree. I am particular about my underwear--it's going to end up up my butt, so I want the smallest amount of fabric possible. But for some reason, size Large string bikinis are hard to find. One day I went to every single store on Fifth Ave (near me) and bought out their entire selection--didn't care what it looked like, as long as it was shaped properly. After buying out every store, I had little more than 10 pairs. Today was zebra stripes with pink trim.
My bra came from the bra gods. I haven't bought a bra in a long time, but bras seems to get left here all the time, and if they fit, they are mine. These bras always seem to fit me better than my few abortive attempts to buy my own bras, so I just go with it.
My shirt (which I picked out in my usual fashion sensitive way--reach into the closet and take the first thing I touch) is a soft, long-sleeved shirt that a friend left at my house in California ages ago and that I confiscated.
My wedding ring is a stainless steel band that says "I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine" inside it. We went for stainless steel because when we lose them we can replace them for $30--after I lost my engagement ring, that seemed like a good plan. After two years, neither of us have lost our rings (permanently, at least).
My coat is a beautiful white wool coat that I stole from my mother's closet several years ago. It was a present to her from my great-grandmother, and since she hasn't worn it in years, clearly it was mine. I wore it until I destroyed the lining, then had it relined as a Christmas present last year. Apparently fixing the pockets is not part of relining, so fixing and reinforcing those is the next project.
Over my coat I wore the beautiful shawl I got from my mother in law, my pod-belt camera bag/purse, and penguin hat.
Wow, it turns out that I have enough to say about all this that I don't even have the energy to describe my exercise gear!