4 posts tagged “clothes”
I woke up in the morning, I looked behind the wall
I like to ask Snark, "What country am I from today?" meaning: so, given what I'm wearing, where might you think I was a tourist from? The answer today was Canada.
"Your outfit is practical, and your shirt is dark green," he explained. I don't know, man.
The skeeters and the bedbugs were having a game of ball
I have a super cute umbrella that I bought in Italy, though I think it was actually made in France. It's a kid's umbrella, green (and kid-sized small), with a green wooden handle ending in a green wooden frog's head. It's a great umbrella. However, I am starting to think that I need a second umbrella, of the collapsible variety. (Great story! Tell us more!) Further, I feel that this second umbrella should be fuchsia. Maybe this one. I hear it's "translucent for easy carrying." Opacity is awkward to tote around all day.
The score was six to nothing, the skeeters were ahead
You know that space under your desk? The one that can be so terribly inviting when you contemplate how easy it would be just to slide off your chair and curl up under there, and sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep? Mm. Stop coming on to me, space under my desk. You know it wouldn't work out between us. Plus, how long has it been since the maintenance guy vacuumed you? Too long, too long.
The bedbugs hit a home run and knocked me out of bed.
Our friend Rose and her law school friends introduced us to a very entertaining party game called "Celebrities" (I think). Here's how it works. Everyone gets five or six slips of paper and writes the name of a famous person, or fictional character, on each slip. The slips go into a bowl. The group is divided into two teams. Then the game itself is played in three rounds. Each round is made of one-minute turns, in which a player picks slips out of the bowl and tries to get her team to guess as many as possible in a minute. You go back and forth between the teams, rotating through so each player takes a turn being the clue-er, until you've used up all the slips.
Here's the fun part: In the first round, you can say and act out whatever you like, other than the actual name, to get your teammates to guess the name. In the second round, you get only one word (though you can say it as many times, and in many ways as you like) plus charades, and in the third round you have to be completely silent. So as you go, you often wind up doing as much to remind other players of how a name was clued in earlier rounds as actually coming up with your own clue. I really liked it -- it was a lot more fun, even, than I'd expected. Recommended!
I now own three variations of a single dress, made by Velvet (not of velvet; they're actually of lovely, comfortable, fine cotton jersey). This is a bit ridiculous of me, but I am very happy with them. I intend to more or less live in them all summer (except to work, because on me they are a bit too low cut for that). I like to imagine that the differences in color and neckline make their essential sameness a bit less obvious, though I also recognize that this is wishful thinking. But they are so nice-looking and also comfortable, I could not resist. I have a feeling they are also quite popular--probably when I am in New York I will discover that everyone owns one--since they keep selling out immediately at all the little online shops. Here they are, as usual not modeled by me, but just scooped up from various websites:
I have purchased some comfortable and not unattractive trousers. Hallelujah. That's not me modeling them, by the way.
Office-work has been exploding ungracefully in my face this week, leaving me feeling rather as if a moderately large felled tree has rolled me over. Dissertation, can you hear me? I promise we can get together this weekend. We'll have a lovely time! Dinner and a show and lots of cuddling. Just you and me! It will be dreamy. But right now my brain is made of goo. Mentally impotent, I'm afraid, that's me.
In between working and groaning like the giant pussybaby that I am, I think about pants, and how there do not seem to be very many nice ones. I want pants that fit me and curve to accomodate my thighs without being all saggy in the ass, pants that do not have stupid front pockets that look okay when there are no legs inside them but go kerbloinging out to make you look stupid when there are. I want them to have a 30- or 31-inch inseam, not some ankle-bone-showing 28-inch inadequacy or the fucking THIRTY FOUR INCHES that seems to be standard in certain circles, certain circles that hate me and my dwarfish ilk. I'd like them to be machine-washable as well. If I found some pants like this, I would like them to come in more than one color that was neither pale nor navy.
Ha ha.
It seems, too, that there are no good plain, smooth, non-cashmere pullover women's sweaters available for sale anywhere on earth, in part because retail believes it to be spring, but also because someone decided that cheap cashmere was the only thing any of us could possibly want in a sweater.
Oh well, I won't need pants and sweaters when I'm reincarnated as the beloved and cosseted pet of gentle space aliens who delight in plying me with lattes and good novels. I'll be covered in sleek black fur, and it will look divine.
