Hooray for fungal shirts
Today I was wearing a new-ish shirt I bought a couple of weeks ago. It is one of those stretchy shirts that looks teeny-tiny when you are not wearing it, and it stretches rather a lot. It is a sort of muted light green color, a sort of camouflage green that looks like something you would expect to find in nature. It is all velvety and bumpy, nicely textured, and is fun to touch. I keep playing with the fabric on my arms, constantly. I say this so you will understand what my shirt looks like.
One of my classmates asked me today if it was made of lichen. Snerk. I think that is the best comment I have ever gotten about an article of clothing. Because, dude, the shirt really looks like it wants to be some kind of plant matter when it grows up. I was amused, anyway.
(My mother's first comment upon seeing me was that I absolutely should not have worn a tanktop under it because it made me look like I had one huge monobreast, which is bad. Sigh. My tanktop matched my shirt. *I* was happy with it.)
In other news, I have now read The Color Purple, because I have felt for a while that I probably should have read it, and I quite liked it. I had no idea it was all epistolary. Or that it was really rather lesbian. This is now making me wonder how the movie version turned out, because it can't be as letterriffic, can it? That seems like it would be hard to film. And I wonder if they made it less gay or something.
I also decided I should read A Room of One's Own, which I have just started, and frankly the contrast in style between the two books is jarring. Blarg.
In other other news, mmmm, stuffed crust pizza.
Also, lysimache, I apologize for waking you up.
One of my classmates asked me today if it was made of lichen. Snerk. I think that is the best comment I have ever gotten about an article of clothing. Because, dude, the shirt really looks like it wants to be some kind of plant matter when it grows up. I was amused, anyway.
(My mother's first comment upon seeing me was that I absolutely should not have worn a tanktop under it because it made me look like I had one huge monobreast, which is bad. Sigh. My tanktop matched my shirt. *I* was happy with it.)
In other news, I have now read The Color Purple, because I have felt for a while that I probably should have read it, and I quite liked it. I had no idea it was all epistolary. Or that it was really rather lesbian. This is now making me wonder how the movie version turned out, because it can't be as letterriffic, can it? That seems like it would be hard to film. And I wonder if they made it less gay or something.
I also decided I should read A Room of One's Own, which I have just started, and frankly the contrast in style between the two books is jarring. Blarg.
In other other news, mmmm, stuffed crust pizza.
Also, lysimache, I apologize for waking you up.