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Whee! Femme squee! I have new clothes.
I have a crisp blue criss cross pleated skirt that flares when I walk and a crisp white shirt with one giant blue embroidered rose to match. I may have to buy bobby socks and put my hair in a pony tail to properly express how 50s Prep this makes me feel. But in a good way, like those imaginary girls who smell softly of baby powder and never sweat.
And I have a cream skirt with an alpine village on it and coral trim just above the ruffle, which strikes me as exceedingly French though I have no idea why. And its coordinating light blue shirt with flattering scoop neck, and darts to give the illusion of waist.
And I have a fresh green viney top that makes me feel Springy and I am wearing right now, although sequins? Scratch.
Unfortunately I did not succeed in buying the green of the season, the one that everyone seems to call Green Tea although if anyone served me a cup of surgical scrubs I would certainly not drink it. It doesn't look good next to my face, so I must have tried on every green skirt or pair of pants in two stores, and got no love. (I would have done three, but the door guy at the first H&M said they have no plus sizes anymore, and the door guy at H&M redux said they're back at the first one. I gave up.)
Apparently I'm not *that* femme, though. I turned down a Day of Beauty at a new salon from some guy on the street on the grounds that while $60 is a good deal, it's more than I've got and it's such a good deal that it could be a scam, especially since they want you to decide right then.
Probably not, though, since he -- like all hairstylists -- was complimenting my unspoiled hair even after I said no. I think it must be a little like a field of snow without footsteps. Anyway, campy guys who want something are kinda fun. I've never been called Angel before.
I have a crisp blue criss cross pleated skirt that flares when I walk and a crisp white shirt with one giant blue embroidered rose to match. I may have to buy bobby socks and put my hair in a pony tail to properly express how 50s Prep this makes me feel. But in a good way, like those imaginary girls who smell softly of baby powder and never sweat.
And I have a cream skirt with an alpine village on it and coral trim just above the ruffle, which strikes me as exceedingly French though I have no idea why. And its coordinating light blue shirt with flattering scoop neck, and darts to give the illusion of waist.
And I have a fresh green viney top that makes me feel Springy and I am wearing right now, although sequins? Scratch.
Unfortunately I did not succeed in buying the green of the season, the one that everyone seems to call Green Tea although if anyone served me a cup of surgical scrubs I would certainly not drink it. It doesn't look good next to my face, so I must have tried on every green skirt or pair of pants in two stores, and got no love. (I would have done three, but the door guy at the first H&M said they have no plus sizes anymore, and the door guy at H&M redux said they're back at the first one. I gave up.)
Apparently I'm not *that* femme, though. I turned down a Day of Beauty at a new salon from some guy on the street on the grounds that while $60 is a good deal, it's more than I've got and it's such a good deal that it could be a scam, especially since they want you to decide right then.
Probably not, though, since he -- like all hairstylists -- was complimenting my unspoiled hair even after I said no. I think it must be a little like a field of snow without footsteps. Anyway, campy guys who want something are kinda fun. I've never been called Angel before.
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Where did your clothes come from, though? I've been struggling lately with finding places with clothes that fit and look good. I spent an afternoon in H&M with
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I check out Ashley Stewart, 'cause it's very near a friend's house, but their color palette is usually not good for my complexion, so almost everything I get there is black.
I mostly wear pants myself -- don't mind shaving my legs, or leaving them unshaved, but I hate stockings, so I end up only wearing skirts that are long enough, or it's warm enough, to go without.
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Tell your mom I said hello and I hope she's feeling better.
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Oh? Sounds intriguing. Details?
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Do the people who live there get upset when you walk around? And doesn't the skirt get warm from the heat of all their little fires?
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It's summer. They're all out picking berries and singing. Fortunately they have very very high voices which only mice can hear.
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If Mer ever visits Dublin again, I shall sellotape tiny speakers blasting out the Sound of Music soundtrack to her skirt.
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Whimper.
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I'll pack them when I come out for the gift show.
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Yay new clothes!
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And the problem with the green, besides the name, is that it is so eye catching. When everyone is wearing something eye catching... well it's like walking around with ADHD.
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This is true. The other problem with the green is that it's the green of this year, which means next year it will be recognizeably Over. And I prefer to wear my clothes longer than that. I still like it, though. I am too cheap and conservative (small c) to buy most trends that come along, but in my mind, I am fashion's sheep.
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I definitely need to do some shopping and get myself some sausy spring skirts - I am liking the flounciness of them this season, as opposed to the oh-so-unflatting straighter skirt.
A day of beauty for $60! Though of course I totally suspect scammage as well, I would be rather interested in investigating, b/c oh how I would love an spoil-dani day.
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And thanks! The flounciness is adorable. I'm definitely grooving on the crisp bright vibe this year -- I didn't buy a clingy flimsy double layered thing, even though it fit right *and* looked good on me, because it just didn't have that feel.
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I may have to venture towards Macy's to see if it's still possible to get a fabulous discount like that.