…world’s oldest student?
Well, I might be one or more of the above (*cough*), but I can also clean up pretty okay. Sort of.
I haven’t been comfortable in my clothes in a long time, if ever. That’s what happens when you have a weird sense of body image, but that’s another story for another time.
I like clothes, I really do! I enjoy looking at some snazzy threads, like in the aftermarket stores (Nordstrom’s Rack is a fav to browse/drool in), but the fabrics these days drive me mad. I blame it on all the young whipper-snappers who don’t mind stretchy material in every form. Nope, I don’t need to frighten the world with all my lumpiness.
While I am not wearing mu mu’s, T-shirts and yoga pants have been quite high on the fashion list during my um… shall we say, vacation from the 8-5 crowd. I scored a really
nerdy great shirt. Check it out: it has a Dalek sitting in an easy chair doing nothing with a caption that says “Procrastinate!” If you aren’t a DW fan, that is lost on you. Sorry. I also got a very nice Totoro shirt as well. But I digress.
Anyway, it’s all due to the probing of those darned pixies at the Daily Post, who asked
How important are clothes to you? Describe your style, if you have one, and tell us how appearance impacts how you feel about yourself.
Now, take it back a couple centuries and I would have been sporting the fake Doc Martens (couldn’t afford real ones, so I did the combat-boots-from-Army/Navy-store, which I thought were more fabulous anyway) and the ripped whatevers, which always complimented my blue mohawk.
And I’d do it again.