living in the 80's
I decided to browse some clothing sites today just for fun. Summer is coming, after all! Eventually....
What is up with Torrid?? As a fat chick who went through the 80's as a fat chick, I am here to testify that the 80's were not fat-chick friendly!! They were not good to us, people! Plus? Why do they think fat chicks are more likely to wear 80's knock offs than any other person? Just curious. I do like Torrid, don't get me wrong. And I was looking through the clearance items. I will hope that the frilly skirts, leg warmers, zipper-ankle jeans, off the shoulder shirts and patent stilettos are there because everyone else thought the same thing I do, which is, are you crazy?! I wouldn't put that on my body if you PAID me to. It's for the best, really. Because nobody really *wants* to see me wearing it, either.
The problem with most clothing sites is that I get suckered into wanting things that I know I will not wear. Skirts, for example, look terrible on me. But when I see them on these sites? I want them.
I like jeans...boot cut looks good on my frame. Skinny jeans look awful on me.
I like the idea of the high heel shoe, but not the reality of them.
I wish I liked wearing skirts more, but I hate having my thighs rub together. Yuck!
I want clothing that is comfortable and fits well without it looking like it came out of my mother's closet. Not that my mom isn't a great dresser...but she is about 20 years older than me! Unfortunately, I'm reaching the age where it can not look like it came from the teenager next door, either. Goddammit.
This is why I don't shop for clothing very often. I often think I should have lived in Alaska all my life so that I could just bundle up with sweaters and long pants forever and ever.
In the 90's I went through a phase of wearing jean shorts with different color tights all the time. I really liked it, and it would make me happy, but people would think I was a total freak. I would be that crazy old lady who dresses like she's still 21. Mmmmmm.....*grumble* Maybe I *AM* that crazy old lady! LOL
*sigh*
Okay, so clothing shopping another day.
Also, I'm waiting for a load of wood to be delivered and am irked because not only has it not shown up, but it's raining AND I just watched one of our neighbors get a huge load of wood delivered. Hmph.
Also, I need to buy a nice sachet...preferably jasmine. Where does one get such things? I live in the sticks....hey in Wilmington I would have known exactly where to go! I may resort to something that Fred Meyer sells. I'm starting to remember why I always loathed shopping at Fred Meyer. How quickly the fairy tale fades...
I want a massage. By someone who's really good at it. Not just someone who does it by the book. Someone intuitive and gentle. I used to know a guy who did Reiki and it totally rocked my world. I doubt I can find anyone who does that around here.
Monday I have a dentist appointment with a young feller named Braden at the Dental School in Seattle. Hoo hoo! Braden seems to think that a root canal is one of the easiest procedures and that I have nothing to worry about. I'm rooting for you, Braden! (ha...get it? Rootin'? I crack me up!)
I'm officially completely and totally addicted to facebook. This is why I resisted for so long!! Don't you see?! I'm helpless in the face of virtual visiting. Helpless, I tell you.
That is all for now. I'm going to go brood over a poptart and a cup of tea.
What is up with Torrid?? As a fat chick who went through the 80's as a fat chick, I am here to testify that the 80's were not fat-chick friendly!! They were not good to us, people! Plus? Why do they think fat chicks are more likely to wear 80's knock offs than any other person? Just curious. I do like Torrid, don't get me wrong. And I was looking through the clearance items. I will hope that the frilly skirts, leg warmers, zipper-ankle jeans, off the shoulder shirts and patent stilettos are there because everyone else thought the same thing I do, which is, are you crazy?! I wouldn't put that on my body if you PAID me to. It's for the best, really. Because nobody really *wants* to see me wearing it, either.
The problem with most clothing sites is that I get suckered into wanting things that I know I will not wear. Skirts, for example, look terrible on me. But when I see them on these sites? I want them.
I like jeans...boot cut looks good on my frame. Skinny jeans look awful on me.
I like the idea of the high heel shoe, but not the reality of them.
I wish I liked wearing skirts more, but I hate having my thighs rub together. Yuck!
I want clothing that is comfortable and fits well without it looking like it came out of my mother's closet. Not that my mom isn't a great dresser...but she is about 20 years older than me! Unfortunately, I'm reaching the age where it can not look like it came from the teenager next door, either. Goddammit.
This is why I don't shop for clothing very often. I often think I should have lived in Alaska all my life so that I could just bundle up with sweaters and long pants forever and ever.
In the 90's I went through a phase of wearing jean shorts with different color tights all the time. I really liked it, and it would make me happy, but people would think I was a total freak. I would be that crazy old lady who dresses like she's still 21. Mmmmmm.....*grumble* Maybe I *AM* that crazy old lady! LOL
*sigh*
Okay, so clothing shopping another day.
Also, I'm waiting for a load of wood to be delivered and am irked because not only has it not shown up, but it's raining AND I just watched one of our neighbors get a huge load of wood delivered. Hmph.
Also, I need to buy a nice sachet...preferably jasmine. Where does one get such things? I live in the sticks....hey in Wilmington I would have known exactly where to go! I may resort to something that Fred Meyer sells. I'm starting to remember why I always loathed shopping at Fred Meyer. How quickly the fairy tale fades...
I want a massage. By someone who's really good at it. Not just someone who does it by the book. Someone intuitive and gentle. I used to know a guy who did Reiki and it totally rocked my world. I doubt I can find anyone who does that around here.
Monday I have a dentist appointment with a young feller named Braden at the Dental School in Seattle. Hoo hoo! Braden seems to think that a root canal is one of the easiest procedures and that I have nothing to worry about. I'm rooting for you, Braden! (ha...get it? Rootin'? I crack me up!)
I'm officially completely and totally addicted to facebook. This is why I resisted for so long!! Don't you see?! I'm helpless in the face of virtual visiting. Helpless, I tell you.
That is all for now. I'm going to go brood over a poptart and a cup of tea.