Why do I even ask?
I'm really sorta getting sick of the negativity of outfit shopping.
Lemme try to detail an explanation. I have a hard time finding clothes. One size is always too small, the next size up is always too big. Trousers that fit perfectly around my waist drag their cuffs on the floor, and pants that are the perfect height suffer tight, unfitting, uncomfortable waists. And frankly, women's fashion leaves a lot to be desired in the ways of comfort and functionality. How many times have I been on here ranting about how I can't find dressy trousers or a coat that has functional pockets? (quite a lot fyi) Or ranted about how the necklines of any shirt ever found in today's clothing stores is so gaped its one step shy of flashing the room? (also quite a lot. Though I may be misremembering - I rant a lot, but I dunno if I always post said rants.)
Anyways. Today, I got up at 6 thanks to the trash trucks, went back to sleep, slept through two of my three alarms and got up for the third. I showered, dressed with a polo, jeans, and my black waistcoat, put in some laundry, and went to class, where I gave my last speech and came home immediately after. I watered the plants, shifted some songs to my ipod, folded my laundry, packed up clothes and any food I wanted to take with me, and waited far too long for the second trash truck to come by. When it showed no signs of showing up, I just left.
What does this have to do with shopping? Nothing. Just wanted to show how stupidly hectic my morning was.
On my way home, I stopped at a Target, and was thoroughly depressed by the selection of clothing there. But it was a crummy Target in the middle of remodling, so I figured a different Target would be better. So I drove, and I stopped at a second Target. And in that Target, I tried on three dresses, with and without coats, and found them all severely wanting. (gaping necklines, way too short, way too loose, way too tight, same problem as damn trousers.) But I found a really excellent black coat. WITH POCKETS. adjfshk. I was very happy about it. So I said, to hell with it, and I got a slightly-offwhite button-up shirt, one of those lightly pre-rumpled ones from Mossimo, and I went and found a very fetching pale blue-gray striped tie. And I tried them all on, and damn if I didn't look good. the jacket and waistcoat looked perfect together, and the tie and shirt matched well, and they also matched the jacket since the inside of the cuffs, which I did have to turn up to make them fit, were the same color as the shirt. And I for once was pleased with what I looked like.
I took pictures with my phone, but that doesn't help because I don't have internet on my phone.
Anyways. Then I left, having bought nothing but having taken notes on which items I had liked, so I could check closer Targets. I took an overland route to avoid traffic, which took longer than if I had just gotten on the dang freeway in the first place, got stuck in the valley traffic, got stuck in the merger traffic, got stuck in the splitter traffic, got stuck in more merger traffic, and bypassed Van Buren to hit the Arlington Target, to see if they had the same stuff. They did.
Anyways. I'm home now, and here's where we get to the focus of this rant: the negativity. I go in, say hi to mom, tell her of my adventure and how I found the perfect jacket that looked brilliant with this shirt and this tie and my waistcoat. And she gives me a look, a disappointed, what-are-you-stupid sort of look, and says I can't wear a tie to a work interview and I certainly can't wear a tie to a wedding.
WHO BLOODY SAYS?
Where in the manual of life does it ever say that I can't bloody wear a tie to a work interview, never mind the wedding? I feel shite and self-concious in dresses. I do not look good in them at all. Likewise with women's blouses, in the event I EVER find one I like enough to wear. And I swear, I tried on a black skirt, the smallest size they had, and it sat so low on my hips I was nearly flashing my knickers to the mirror. Not to mention the range of movement was crap.
The coat was $30, the shirt was $20 (ugh, Mossimo is so expensive), and the tie was $18. I have $100 tossed in my savings account which I was hoping to use to get a new monitor. But I'm seriously considering the possibility of using it to get that outfit.
I have a couple days to decide if I'm doing my own thing. I have a coupon that says $10-off a purchase of $75+.
I'm just sick of always being told my choice of attire is pants and inappropriate. Is it my fault I think the latest fashions are uncomfortable and slutty? No. It is society.
On another side trip of this story, after the first Target, I paused at a Men's Wearhouse to get an estimate. I apparently wear the smallest size they carry and it would still need hemming in, and at minimum would cost me upwards of $160+ to get a suit-coat and pants. I don't even want to go to this wedding. I am being forced to skip CLASS, get on a PLANE, and wear a DRESS. Three things I utterly hate doing.
Days like this make me wish I had a dick. At least then I wouldn't get the judgemental looks.
Oh look, California is on fire again. x_x Hoi vae.
Lemme try to detail an explanation. I have a hard time finding clothes. One size is always too small, the next size up is always too big. Trousers that fit perfectly around my waist drag their cuffs on the floor, and pants that are the perfect height suffer tight, unfitting, uncomfortable waists. And frankly, women's fashion leaves a lot to be desired in the ways of comfort and functionality. How many times have I been on here ranting about how I can't find dressy trousers or a coat that has functional pockets? (quite a lot fyi) Or ranted about how the necklines of any shirt ever found in today's clothing stores is so gaped its one step shy of flashing the room? (also quite a lot. Though I may be misremembering - I rant a lot, but I dunno if I always post said rants.)
Anyways. Today, I got up at 6 thanks to the trash trucks, went back to sleep, slept through two of my three alarms and got up for the third. I showered, dressed with a polo, jeans, and my black waistcoat, put in some laundry, and went to class, where I gave my last speech and came home immediately after. I watered the plants, shifted some songs to my ipod, folded my laundry, packed up clothes and any food I wanted to take with me, and waited far too long for the second trash truck to come by. When it showed no signs of showing up, I just left.
What does this have to do with shopping? Nothing. Just wanted to show how stupidly hectic my morning was.
On my way home, I stopped at a Target, and was thoroughly depressed by the selection of clothing there. But it was a crummy Target in the middle of remodling, so I figured a different Target would be better. So I drove, and I stopped at a second Target. And in that Target, I tried on three dresses, with and without coats, and found them all severely wanting. (gaping necklines, way too short, way too loose, way too tight, same problem as damn trousers.) But I found a really excellent black coat. WITH POCKETS. adjfshk. I was very happy about it. So I said, to hell with it, and I got a slightly-offwhite button-up shirt, one of those lightly pre-rumpled ones from Mossimo, and I went and found a very fetching pale blue-gray striped tie. And I tried them all on, and damn if I didn't look good. the jacket and waistcoat looked perfect together, and the tie and shirt matched well, and they also matched the jacket since the inside of the cuffs, which I did have to turn up to make them fit, were the same color as the shirt. And I for once was pleased with what I looked like.
I took pictures with my phone, but that doesn't help because I don't have internet on my phone.
Anyways. Then I left, having bought nothing but having taken notes on which items I had liked, so I could check closer Targets. I took an overland route to avoid traffic, which took longer than if I had just gotten on the dang freeway in the first place, got stuck in the valley traffic, got stuck in the merger traffic, got stuck in the splitter traffic, got stuck in more merger traffic, and bypassed Van Buren to hit the Arlington Target, to see if they had the same stuff. They did.
Anyways. I'm home now, and here's where we get to the focus of this rant: the negativity. I go in, say hi to mom, tell her of my adventure and how I found the perfect jacket that looked brilliant with this shirt and this tie and my waistcoat. And she gives me a look, a disappointed, what-are-you-stupid sort of look, and says I can't wear a tie to a work interview and I certainly can't wear a tie to a wedding.
WHO BLOODY SAYS?
Where in the manual of life does it ever say that I can't bloody wear a tie to a work interview, never mind the wedding? I feel shite and self-concious in dresses. I do not look good in them at all. Likewise with women's blouses, in the event I EVER find one I like enough to wear. And I swear, I tried on a black skirt, the smallest size they had, and it sat so low on my hips I was nearly flashing my knickers to the mirror. Not to mention the range of movement was crap.
The coat was $30, the shirt was $20 (ugh, Mossimo is so expensive), and the tie was $18. I have $100 tossed in my savings account which I was hoping to use to get a new monitor. But I'm seriously considering the possibility of using it to get that outfit.
I have a couple days to decide if I'm doing my own thing. I have a coupon that says $10-off a purchase of $75+.
I'm just sick of always being told my choice of attire is pants and inappropriate. Is it my fault I think the latest fashions are uncomfortable and slutty? No. It is society.
On another side trip of this story, after the first Target, I paused at a Men's Wearhouse to get an estimate. I apparently wear the smallest size they carry and it would still need hemming in, and at minimum would cost me upwards of $160+ to get a suit-coat and pants. I don't even want to go to this wedding. I am being forced to skip CLASS, get on a PLANE, and wear a DRESS. Three things I utterly hate doing.
Days like this make me wish I had a dick. At least then I wouldn't get the judgemental looks.
Oh look, California is on fire again. x_x Hoi vae.