Clearly everyone should consult me about their outfit before they leave their homes.
One of the reasons that I love hanging around in malls is that they allow you to experience the terrifying nadir of human fashion sense. It at once makes me feel better about myself (no matter how dumpy and blah I look, at least I'm not wearing a denim onesie) and tempts me to fall on my knees in public and pray for the instant eradication of every single pair of neon footless tights from the face of the Earth.
Seriously, do people not see how ugly their outfits are? How can you put on a pair of neon pink footless tights, look at yourself in the mirror, and not see that the lower half of your body, no matter how thin your thighs and toned your calves, looks like some sort of carnival zeppelin? Or, hell, even aside from making your legs look fat, there's also the point that you look like you're about to break out into the Crayola mating dance.
I have issues with footless tights in general, despite my mother's repeated attempts to get me to wear them, but black footless tights I can forgive. Neon? Neon pants shouldn't exist, y'all. Neon footless tights are compounding abomination unto abomination.
Anyway. Yes. Was not nearly as productive today as I intended to be, but I at least picked up my dress and got myself shapewear, thus officially completing the Bridesmaid's Dress checklist. I am very, very thankful that I haven't dove in to the wide world of shapewear beforehand, y'all. It's not comfortable, it makes my skin all sweaty, and it makes me feel a bit like a robot, since I have to either squat or bend exactly at the waist. Alas, satin is a harsh mistress, so a tummy-tugger it is for me.
I can't help but realize that I used to take long, leisurely mall trips. I'd head to the mall with a friend and make a day of it, popping in stores and trying things on at whim, usually not buying anything but having fun nonetheless because I am a stereotype, yes. Lately my shopping trips have been too focused - get in, find what I need, spend two hours dithering over it, and go. I miss the old shopping trips. Shall have to organize another one.
I keep trying to remind myself that I need to do my Chem work, and that if I don't I will hate myself on Sunday, and fic writing can wait. And then I go back to writing fic anyway. Maybe disconnecting the Internet for a bit will help, giving me less reason to be at the computer in the first place? I don't know.
Hmm.
[ETA] R.I.P. Paul Newman.
Seriously, do people not see how ugly their outfits are? How can you put on a pair of neon pink footless tights, look at yourself in the mirror, and not see that the lower half of your body, no matter how thin your thighs and toned your calves, looks like some sort of carnival zeppelin? Or, hell, even aside from making your legs look fat, there's also the point that you look like you're about to break out into the Crayola mating dance.
I have issues with footless tights in general, despite my mother's repeated attempts to get me to wear them, but black footless tights I can forgive. Neon? Neon pants shouldn't exist, y'all. Neon footless tights are compounding abomination unto abomination.
Anyway. Yes. Was not nearly as productive today as I intended to be, but I at least picked up my dress and got myself shapewear, thus officially completing the Bridesmaid's Dress checklist. I am very, very thankful that I haven't dove in to the wide world of shapewear beforehand, y'all. It's not comfortable, it makes my skin all sweaty, and it makes me feel a bit like a robot, since I have to either squat or bend exactly at the waist. Alas, satin is a harsh mistress, so a tummy-tugger it is for me.
I can't help but realize that I used to take long, leisurely mall trips. I'd head to the mall with a friend and make a day of it, popping in stores and trying things on at whim, usually not buying anything but having fun nonetheless because I am a stereotype, yes. Lately my shopping trips have been too focused - get in, find what I need, spend two hours dithering over it, and go. I miss the old shopping trips. Shall have to organize another one.
I keep trying to remind myself that I need to do my Chem work, and that if I don't I will hate myself on Sunday, and fic writing can wait. And then I go back to writing fic anyway. Maybe disconnecting the Internet for a bit will help, giving me less reason to be at the computer in the first place? I don't know.
Hmm.
[ETA] R.I.P. Paul Newman.