Summer Clothes

Everyday I look through my dresser to find something to wear.  And everyday I’m disappointed by what I see.  I love clothes.  I love fashion.  I love looking stylish and put together.

But my summer wardrobe is damn depressing.  The thing is, I’ll find one type of shirt or short that I love and then get it in several colours.  Which is fine.  But then that is all I wear for 5 summers until I just can’t deny that it is covered in holes and stained beyond cleaning.  Ugh!  I’ve gotten to the point where I have a lot of crappy t-shirts and nothing spectacular.  I don’t even want to talk about going-out clothes.  Because OH YEAH!  I don’t have any of those either! 

I’ve run out of places to shop.  I used to LOVE American Eagle.  But now I find that it’s way too high school.  And it doesn’t fit.  Anywhere.  Growl.  I do LOVE H&M.  But lately I can’t find anything in that store that looks good.  On me anyways.  Winners is excellent, if you have time to spare looking through all the crap for one gem.  So what the heck can I do?!  I go out everyday looking so blah.  And that’s not me.  I’m all personality and…personality!  Not boring red t-shirt. 

So do I wear my ‘pretty nice stuff’ out for day to day activities?!  But then what if I ruin it?!  I bought this wicked shirt from Le Chateau…haven’t taken the tags off yet because I’m afraid someone will come along and ruin it.  How ridiculous is that.  But then again…its got too much cleavage for everyday activites, and lets be honest, if I wear it to a bar, then it is very possible some fool will spill their drink all over me.  Ugh.

Here I am, wearing a polo from American Eagle.  And I wear it pretty frequently.  And its pretty obvious.  You can’t spice up a polo.  There’s nothing exciting about it.  Its not even a colour, its a NEUTRAL COLOUR.  Boring yet again.  I’ve run out of ideas.  Sigh.

Guys in Skinny Jeans

Some guys can pull it off.  Probably most guys can’t. 

And I know some ladies find it incredibly unattractive, but I think that if you look good you should do it.  Just like guys who wear pink.  99% of guys look good in pink.  And purple too.  Not just pastel colours, but bright pinks and purples as well.

So if you can pull off skinny jeans, fellas, you should go for it.  I think that in order to be able to pull it off, you gotta be pretty skinny and not have much of an ass.  And you have to rock out in that style, kind of skater emo.  A preppy kid could not wear skinny jeans.  Mostly just Abercrombie and Hollister with flip flops.

I pay a lot of attention to what people wear.  Probably too much attention.  I love clothes.

And guys in skinny jeans. 

Laundry

Ah laundry.  An annoying necessity.  Especially when you have to hit up the local laundromat.

Doing laundry where thousands…no, hundreds of thousands of people have done theirs before you grosses me out.  I can’t think about it or else I won’t be able to put on my clothes tomorrow. 

Anyways, I’m doing my laundry today, and the dryer beeps, so I pack up my stuff and go to grab the stuff out of the dryer.  I put all my stuff down on the counter behind the washers, and notice that the big table WHICH IS MEANT FOR FOLDING CLOTHES ON is covered in other peoples’ stuff.  Purses, quarters, dryer sheets, gift bags, magazines, newspaper, winter coats, etc.  Which of course pissed me right off.  I decide that if these people think its alright to be that inconsiderate, then there shouldn’t be a problem if I just push some of their stuff out of the way, I mean, I needed enough room to fold my stuff.  I wasn’t going to pull my clothes out of the dryer and walk 20 feet to the next table.  So I get enough space on my table to fold one shirt at a time, which is enough space, I guess.  Some lady comes up and pushes her quarters out of the way.  She probably thought I was rude, but, I thought she was rude so we’re even.

Anyways, I’m almost done pulling out each shirt from the dryer and folding it, when the now very embarassed woman says ”Um…is that yours?”  I turn to look, and there, in the middle of the floor, is one of my ‘unmentionables’.  Let’s just say it was a bit…racy.  I grab it up off the floor (grosssss!) turn to her, and with a very straight face, said thank you.  She looked mortified.  I almost laughed out loud.  No big deal, right?

Dressing Up

Do you remember dressing up when you were a kid?  In ridiculous costumes, putting on plays and skits and being absolutely adorable?  Little girls in their mother’s shoes and pearls and makeup? Guys as Batman or Superman or Spiderman? 

I distinctly remember a picture of me with lipstick ALL over my face.  I’m not sure how I managed to get it everywhere, but it happens with every little girl who tries it.  Total clown face.  I’ve seen a picture of a little girl with mascara all over her face.  Soooo cute!

Anyways, now that we’re all older, we don’t get to dress up as much anymore.  In the dress, with the makeup, and the heels, and the jewelry.  And I really wish that I could do it more.  I love the feeling of being perfectly dressed for a big event, like a semi-formal.  It’s just so much fun seeing everyone looking spiffy.

And I love dresses.  When I visit family in the States, there are so many stores full of dresses.  I have to drag myself away from the racks and racks of dresses.  Long ones, short ones, ridiculously short ones, sparkly ones, puffy ones, scandalous ones, fabulous ones.  Every colour, shape, and size. 

One I’ll never forget:  Brown with big pink polka dots.  A tube dress with a puffy bottom, knee length, fitted body.  It was amazing!  My mom told me to get it! But I have nowhere to wear it.  It would sit in my closet with all of the other dresses, collecting dust.  Sigh.