5 hours and $90 later
Apr. 25th, 2004 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideStarted the day off with brunch at Ray's with Judy, John and Ellen. Another gorgeous spring day which was very exciting to spend with friends instead of an unending, hideous project.
Ellie and Judy were on a missionary quest today. I tend to be a scrappy character and have lived in the same clothing for what has apparently been decreed too long. Especially with the recent weight loss, Judy's grown tired of watching my jeans sag off my ass. They worked on providing me with adequate footwear over Christmas, now was the time for clothes. Baby steps. I fear what's next.
We set out for the SuperMall in Auburn. I tend to hiss, growl and resist shopping because, well, it fucking sucks. Digging through aisles of jam packed sale items, none in the right color, style or size. No thank you. But Ellie is our fashion consultant and both she and Judy are impressive and skilled shoppers. Judy can also get away with something most can't--bullying me.
We spent a great deal of time at Old Navy (yay cheap) and Liz Claiborne (woo sale) and Burlington Coat Factory (more cheap-y goodness) which apparently has more than coats. Ellie noted with amusement that my relatively few purchases had doubled my wardrobe. This is probably true and very exciting.
Ellie is generally exasperated by my lack of attention to detail. I feel like a kitten that hasn't quite mastered how to groom itself. Wobbly, unsure and skittish, with a permanent bewildered expression.
Ellie: Do you have a coat?
Me: *blank look* Um.. I have a black pea coat thingie.
Ellie: *impatiently* I mean a SPRING coat!
Me: Wtf is a spring coat?
Ellie: A coat. That you wear. Like now.
Me: Um. No.
Ellie: *grabbing me by ear and hauling me around*
To Judy's disappointed horror, we unable to find a new pair of jeans that I liked. Jeans are the fucking devil. I don't know why it's so hard to find a pair that fits well and doesn't either require that you lie down on the floor, suck in your breath and slowly, carefully zip up--or sag in unfortunate places. Why is this so fucking complicated? Is the roadmap of my ass so unique? Anyhow, I like my saggy comfortable jeans and will wait until I can get them to completely fall off by violently shaking my hips. I might have to go buy a new pair of cargo pants as the khakis I have are really too baggy to wear and my olive cargo pants are pretty shredded.
Ellie and Judy were particularly gleeful when they coaxed me into buying a skirt. It's black linen with some pretty cut-out detail work and was all of $7. Thank god for cheap clothes. I was most excited about a nicely fitted black tee. It's kind of cool to hold it up and not have it resemble a pillow case. I've gotten too used to wearing overly-baggy tees. Comfortable, but utterly sloppy looking. It was interesting to see what I looked like in something that fits. I burst out of the dressing room and kissed a somewhat startled Ellie.
I still feel a bit...exposed in the fitted clothing, but will endeavor to get used to it. I trust Judy and Ellie. They certainly have more sense than I do. Will just learn to breathe shallowerly.
I also briefly attempted to buy some new bras, but after 20 minutes of fighting with the fucking security bar thingies right on the fucking closures, I gave up. Homicide would surely have marred this day.
Now I want to clean out my dresser drawers and purge the remaining few bits and pieces of things I haven't worn, will not wear and should not wear. Can I finally part with that old, white, now-utterly-disreputable J. Crew v-neck tee that I've had forever? It's riddled with holes and I can only wear it to clean the flat, but it's the softest thing ever after approximately 9000 washings. I have the mad urge to go put it on now, and let it know it's still loved, even though I bought a new, fitted white v-neck (on sale at Liz Claiborne, whoop).
And now I have to do a mountain of homework, but only want to swan around in new clothes and strike poses in mirror. Wah!
Ooo perhaps first will put on my black Sketchers super-tall boots that I can't actually walk in, but like to put on and look at myself in the mirror because am suddenly 4feet taller. I'm sure Ellie would approve of them. Though she might actually approve of them more if I wore them for longer than 3 minutes and outside my flat.
Ellie and Judy were on a missionary quest today. I tend to be a scrappy character and have lived in the same clothing for what has apparently been decreed too long. Especially with the recent weight loss, Judy's grown tired of watching my jeans sag off my ass. They worked on providing me with adequate footwear over Christmas, now was the time for clothes. Baby steps. I fear what's next.
We set out for the SuperMall in Auburn. I tend to hiss, growl and resist shopping because, well, it fucking sucks. Digging through aisles of jam packed sale items, none in the right color, style or size. No thank you. But Ellie is our fashion consultant and both she and Judy are impressive and skilled shoppers. Judy can also get away with something most can't--bullying me.
We spent a great deal of time at Old Navy (yay cheap) and Liz Claiborne (woo sale) and Burlington Coat Factory (more cheap-y goodness) which apparently has more than coats. Ellie noted with amusement that my relatively few purchases had doubled my wardrobe. This is probably true and very exciting.
Ellie is generally exasperated by my lack of attention to detail. I feel like a kitten that hasn't quite mastered how to groom itself. Wobbly, unsure and skittish, with a permanent bewildered expression.
Ellie: Do you have a coat?
Me: *blank look* Um.. I have a black pea coat thingie.
Ellie: *impatiently* I mean a SPRING coat!
Me: Wtf is a spring coat?
Ellie: A coat. That you wear. Like now.
Me: Um. No.
Ellie: *grabbing me by ear and hauling me around*
To Judy's disappointed horror, we unable to find a new pair of jeans that I liked. Jeans are the fucking devil. I don't know why it's so hard to find a pair that fits well and doesn't either require that you lie down on the floor, suck in your breath and slowly, carefully zip up--or sag in unfortunate places. Why is this so fucking complicated? Is the roadmap of my ass so unique? Anyhow, I like my saggy comfortable jeans and will wait until I can get them to completely fall off by violently shaking my hips. I might have to go buy a new pair of cargo pants as the khakis I have are really too baggy to wear and my olive cargo pants are pretty shredded.
Ellie and Judy were particularly gleeful when they coaxed me into buying a skirt. It's black linen with some pretty cut-out detail work and was all of $7. Thank god for cheap clothes. I was most excited about a nicely fitted black tee. It's kind of cool to hold it up and not have it resemble a pillow case. I've gotten too used to wearing overly-baggy tees. Comfortable, but utterly sloppy looking. It was interesting to see what I looked like in something that fits. I burst out of the dressing room and kissed a somewhat startled Ellie.
I still feel a bit...exposed in the fitted clothing, but will endeavor to get used to it. I trust Judy and Ellie. They certainly have more sense than I do. Will just learn to breathe shallowerly.
I also briefly attempted to buy some new bras, but after 20 minutes of fighting with the fucking security bar thingies right on the fucking closures, I gave up. Homicide would surely have marred this day.
Now I want to clean out my dresser drawers and purge the remaining few bits and pieces of things I haven't worn, will not wear and should not wear. Can I finally part with that old, white, now-utterly-disreputable J. Crew v-neck tee that I've had forever? It's riddled with holes and I can only wear it to clean the flat, but it's the softest thing ever after approximately 9000 washings. I have the mad urge to go put it on now, and let it know it's still loved, even though I bought a new, fitted white v-neck (on sale at Liz Claiborne, whoop).
And now I have to do a mountain of homework, but only want to swan around in new clothes and strike poses in mirror. Wah!
Ooo perhaps first will put on my black Sketchers super-tall boots that I can't actually walk in, but like to put on and look at myself in the mirror because am suddenly 4feet taller. I'm sure Ellie would approve of them. Though she might actually approve of them more if I wore them for longer than 3 minutes and outside my flat.
