My favorite 80s fashion were baggies--the baggy pants, not like they wear now, hanging off the ass, but high waisted, baggy legs that tapered down.

I have never, not even when I was 130lbs and riding on a regular basis, able to pull off skinny jeans. As I may have mentioned, I'm built like a quarter horse.

But there was a sort of 40s style trouser in the late 80s that looked really nice with my figure. If that comes back, I'll be happy.

I looked good in 80s fashions, back in the 80s. Now, not so much. Especially skinny jeans. Like Jilli, I'm waiting for the return of dresses fitted through the torso and full from the waist. Because I do look good in those. I like tunics, but the horrible truth is, if I wear them to cover my ass, they somehow manage to make my ass look bigger. It's the way they ride up after sitting in them, I think. Also, those kurta style things, that are flat in the front? Look awful over my DDs. There's no room in those things for boobs.

Continuing my rant about this stupid party. The discussion earlier about dedication ceremonies was interesting, especially in light of the fact that this baby's parents are not religious. I'm sure this is all to placate his parents. But this party? IS the dedication. There's going to be a ceremony with a minister at their house, and then the luau-themed party, with kegs and roast pig.

I bought the child a onesie off the clearance rack. It's cute, and the tags are coming off anyway. I figure it's acceptable since the invite gave the baby's size. (And her social security number, but I'm not buying her any stocks or bonds.)

The more I think about it? the less I like my friend. She really is completely self-centered. This is not the friend who had the shakedown at the wedding party (I ended up giving that one $100, as that seemed to be the going rate), no, this is the friend with the big-ass SUV who refused to help me move. Once I leave this job I will never see these people again on whom I have dropped so much cash. I like being generous when I can, but I need to find people to spend my generousity on who will return some of it.

{{vw}} Sleep well. Go away, nasty headache.

{{ita}} I'm so sorry about your friend. And, for good measure, go away, nasty headache(s).

{{zenkitty}} One of the hardest things in life is letting go of friends who aren't really your friend anymore.

In some good news, I started September off right today and I want it to set the tone for the month for all the Buffistas.

+I got off work early (1pm) for the holiday.
+I went to the doc and everything's fine. Had some bloodwork and will probably need to adjust some med levels which would be good as I've been feeling low energy lately. Scheduling some regular tests, but nothing I'm worried about at all.
+And, for the best part of the day, I had a haircut scheduled for tonight. Normally, I go to his place and he cuts it in his kitchen, but instead, he came here. Home haircut service. We ordered in yummy Thai food, he did my hair, we chatted and caught up on stuff. I gave him a birthday present and he brought me some green tomato relish that he made this week. And, I think this is one of the best cuts he's ever given me.

Not a bad way to spend a Friday night.

ita, so sorry for your loss.

ita and vw, hope those migraines migrate away from you soon.

Home haircut service.

How far is he willing to commute?

Actually, same question goes for the order-in Thai food.

How far is he willing to commute?

Ha! He lives about 8-10 miles from here, but he came from the SW side of the city, about 40 miles away.

Seriously, this come to my house and do my hair thing just rocks.

Thai food? Only 1-2 miles.

Oh ita. I'm so sorry.

ita, that's terrible. I'm sorry for your loss.