My wardrobe has devolved into sports pants and roller derby t-shirts.
I'm sorry. You were going to ask me to choose, right? Did you want to finish?
Zoe ,'War Stories'
Natter 70: Hookers and Blow
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Cashmere - May 27, 2012 6:44:22 am PDT #7003 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.
§ ita § - May 27, 2012 6:46:15 am PDT #7004 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
"Eclectic" is also a nice way of putting it.
Amy - May 27, 2012 6:47:51 am PDT #7005 of 30001
Because books.
I think mine is eclectic by default, because of some magpie tendencies and also the inability to pass up something cool on clearance. But I also have a lot of "why the hell did I buy that?" stuff in my closet.
Jesse - May 27, 2012 6:51:22 am PDT #7006 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I actually do have a style, it's just fairly boring. But I like it!
Dishes have been dealt with, all the laundry is hanging to dry, and lunch has been eaten (insufficient breakfast).
§ ita § - May 27, 2012 6:51:47 am PDT #7007 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Oops. Capslock. Let's try that again...
I have a whole slice of my wardrobe that I no longer wear, and is probably a bit too small anyway, since the boobies got bigger. But I miss the hanky-top/bustier days, so they're all shoved onto one of the high shelves, and I run my fingers over them from time to time, since they're all silk and plastic and suede and leather.
Lee - May 27, 2012 6:55:59 am PDT #7008 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
The other day as I was leaving work, a woman in a business suit got into the elevator, looked at me, and said "you are so lucky you get to dress comfortably at work".
Apart from the "who says that" aspect, I'm okay with that as a style.
At the risk of pissing off the sweltering buffistas, it is currently 60 degrees in my house. I really want to turn on the heater, but it's memorial day, so I am going with fuzzy socks and arm warmers.
Amy - May 27, 2012 6:56:45 am PDT #7009 of 30001
Because books.
I'm still waiting for my French toast. Like the princess I am today, apparently.
I love halter tops. LOVE. But I always wind up wearing them in the house and nowhere else, because I'm chicken.
tommyrot - May 27, 2012 6:59:59 am PDT #7010 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
My sister and her GF don't have AC in their house. It's supposed to still be 80 at 10 PM tonight. So I'm not sure about sleeping. Maybe I'll get a hotel or else head back to Chicago tonight.
At least my cat has AC. (I left it on fo her, set to 77.)
§ ita § - May 27, 2012 7:01:35 am PDT #7011 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I can't wear halter tops, unfortunately, unless they're a fake halter. I can't run anything load bearing over my trapezius muscles at that angle. Five minutes to headache, unless the nerve block is fresh and in full effect.
Steph L. - May 27, 2012 7:06:43 am PDT #7012 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I have a style in my brain that my body can't support.
I have a style in my head that my laziness can't support. Okay, more like twenty styles I'd like to rock, but the point is I mostly stay generic and easy.
This is me, much to Tim's chagrin.
Although today we have a wedding that I'm wearing the retro polka-dotted dress to. (I did not shop for new shoes, due to walking the dog in the heat yesterday and sort of passing out in front of the church. I'm fine, but once I got me and the dog back home, I laid on the tile kitchen floor, drank gatorade, threw up, drank more gatorade, threw that up, contemplated going to urgent care, took a nap, and eventually felt okay around 11 pm. So no shoe shopping.)
But the dress will be kicking.