aaaaaAAAAAAWWWW- FREAK OUT!
Dec. 17th, 2005 03:58 pmAre you saying you DIDN'T want a disco brain worm for a subject heading? Well, that's just weird.
I want to bitch about clothes, and the evil that they do to the human form when in the hands of EVIL DESIGNERS and LAME TRENDS.
First off, let me say that I fucking hate bewbs. Hate. Them. I may change my mind later, but today, I would jam a vacuum in there and suck 'em down to a B and be happy for ever more. "Why? Why, Stoney, when bewbs are so womanly and soft? They are dirty pillows for which I like to rest my head?" you may be saying. Because they make girls with big ones look FAT, that's why. Or, you can wear a teeny, tiny, skin-tight friggin' kleenex and look like a whore with big bewbs.
Here's a little something about me. I like to dress tastefully. Maybe a bit conservatively, but not first-grade teacher conservative, and you know what I'm talking about: jingle bell necklace on a ribbon and applique-sweater-vest I am NOT. Ann Taylor. Anne Klein. Suits. Button down shirts. A hint of sex, but not "club wear." Like... Audrey Hepburn. Classy and lovely.
My options for a holiday outfit appear to be: spaghetti-strapped lingerie tops, filmy, see-through lingerie tops, SPARKLY, SHINY sweaters with GOLD THREAD or sequins or baubles or... Basically, nothing I would wear. Number one, I don't wear thin straps. ALSO, IT IS DECEMBER. Number two, I don't wear cap-sleeves, because they aren't FLATTERING unless you have no meat on your bones, and I... do. And they make your arm-pits sweaty. I do not wear "sparkly" clothes, because I don't. No sequins, no shiny, metalic threads, appliques with shimmer and shine... I- No.
It's like clothes are made for 18 year old who go clubbing and are out to lure dudes, or for older women who like a big freakin' poinsettia out of sequins on their shoulder for the company party. Where are the cool clothes for women who are ONLY 33!!! And don't like to be NAKED because do I have to say again that it is WINTER? I do not understand "shrugs." Or weird little jackets that hit right under your tits, thereby increasing their enormity in profile and RUINING MY NIGHT.
If only I hadn't already worn my hot little Mandarin-collar dress (it's soooo pretty, and COVERS MY ARM TOPS) that hits my shins. With a slit up to there. Or my wonderful antique dress from the 20s. Found a GORGEOUS woman's tuxedo, and thought it was over! Hurrah! 865 big ones. D'OH! Of course. Found a simpler one that looked as nice, fraction of the cost, yet still out of the budget Mr. S gave me. GRUMBLE. I may not be going to this STOOPID party. I'll be Sam in the auto-shop car before the geek sings happy birthday. (Anyone? Anyone get that?)
Okay, I know that my "woes" aren't. I KNOW. But I freaking HATE shopping in regular stores for stoopid clothes, and I would rather buy OTHER people things than for my DUMB BUTT. *sits on a dictionary to smarten it up* I am totally cracking up now. GAH. I should wear my kimono and act like I'm not in costume. WHY CAN'T I WEAR A COSTUME??? *goes as a disco dancer in my skates and RUINS my husband's chances of advancement* Be more fun...
NOW. Who wants fudge? *passes the tin around* Okay, I'm laughing, which is all I needed. I'm wearing a bathrobe to this goddamned party.
I want to bitch about clothes, and the evil that they do to the human form when in the hands of EVIL DESIGNERS and LAME TRENDS.
First off, let me say that I fucking hate bewbs. Hate. Them. I may change my mind later, but today, I would jam a vacuum in there and suck 'em down to a B and be happy for ever more. "Why? Why, Stoney, when bewbs are so womanly and soft? They are dirty pillows for which I like to rest my head?" you may be saying. Because they make girls with big ones look FAT, that's why. Or, you can wear a teeny, tiny, skin-tight friggin' kleenex and look like a whore with big bewbs.
Here's a little something about me. I like to dress tastefully. Maybe a bit conservatively, but not first-grade teacher conservative, and you know what I'm talking about: jingle bell necklace on a ribbon and applique-sweater-vest I am NOT. Ann Taylor. Anne Klein. Suits. Button down shirts. A hint of sex, but not "club wear." Like... Audrey Hepburn. Classy and lovely.
My options for a holiday outfit appear to be: spaghetti-strapped lingerie tops, filmy, see-through lingerie tops, SPARKLY, SHINY sweaters with GOLD THREAD or sequins or baubles or... Basically, nothing I would wear. Number one, I don't wear thin straps. ALSO, IT IS DECEMBER. Number two, I don't wear cap-sleeves, because they aren't FLATTERING unless you have no meat on your bones, and I... do. And they make your arm-pits sweaty. I do not wear "sparkly" clothes, because I don't. No sequins, no shiny, metalic threads, appliques with shimmer and shine... I- No.
It's like clothes are made for 18 year old who go clubbing and are out to lure dudes, or for older women who like a big freakin' poinsettia out of sequins on their shoulder for the company party. Where are the cool clothes for women who are ONLY 33!!! And don't like to be NAKED because do I have to say again that it is WINTER? I do not understand "shrugs." Or weird little jackets that hit right under your tits, thereby increasing their enormity in profile and RUINING MY NIGHT.
If only I hadn't already worn my hot little Mandarin-collar dress (it's soooo pretty, and COVERS MY ARM TOPS) that hits my shins. With a slit up to there. Or my wonderful antique dress from the 20s. Found a GORGEOUS woman's tuxedo, and thought it was over! Hurrah! 865 big ones. D'OH! Of course. Found a simpler one that looked as nice, fraction of the cost, yet still out of the budget Mr. S gave me. GRUMBLE. I may not be going to this STOOPID party. I'll be Sam in the auto-shop car before the geek sings happy birthday. (Anyone? Anyone get that?)
Okay, I know that my "woes" aren't. I KNOW. But I freaking HATE shopping in regular stores for stoopid clothes, and I would rather buy OTHER people things than for my DUMB BUTT. *sits on a dictionary to smarten it up* I am totally cracking up now. GAH. I should wear my kimono and act like I'm not in costume. WHY CAN'T I WEAR A COSTUME??? *goes as a disco dancer in my skates and RUINS my husband's chances of advancement* Be more fun...
NOW. Who wants fudge? *passes the tin around* Okay, I'm laughing, which is all I needed. I'm wearing a bathrobe to this goddamned party.
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Date: 2005-12-17 02:06 pm (UTC)And if I see one more woman in a holiday-themed sweater wearing little christmas tree earrings, I'm not responsible for my actions. This is why I mostly stay home this time of year :)
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Date: 2005-12-17 02:57 pm (UTC)But I do not wear that! *goes back to the drawing board*
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Date: 2005-12-17 02:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-17 02:56 pm (UTC)And the goofy crotcheted shoulder wrap thingies that serve no purpose? I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THOSE THINGS. Sweaters should provide warmth while looking schnazzy. Key word being: WARMTH. (I can't wear Old Navy either. My body is hour glass shaped and they make clothes for straight hips!)
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Date: 2005-12-17 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-17 02:54 pm (UTC)And the fur trim on everything? WHY????
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Date: 2005-12-17 02:36 pm (UTC)I'll either look like a middle aged woman dressed like a Paris Hilton wannabe (and that is not of the good, let me tell ya) or my Grandma. (as cute as she is I'm not too keen on the high waisted pant suits she wears.)
I haven't been able to find a happy medium. I have hope that I will one day.
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Date: 2005-12-17 02:52 pm (UTC)I don't get the lingerie tops. I just.... it's friggin' COLD. And you look like you're wearing lingerie. I've become a fussy old lady, haven't I?
And I have stores I LOVE, and can ALWAYS find something, but they failed me today! FAILURES.
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Date: 2005-12-17 02:37 pm (UTC)I know what you mean. I'm never jealous of my earlier century female ancestors, but at least back then, people realized that women were *supposed* to have curves. Hips, rump, and boobs. clothing may have covered everything, but it also accomodated without looking like a tacky shower curtain! Of course, there was that tragic fashion accessory known as the corset during cetain eras.
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Date: 2005-12-17 02:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-12-17 02:44 pm (UTC)And don't even get me started on panties, which come in slutty fourteen year old styles and grandma bloomers. SIGH.
::eats your fudge enthusiastically::
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Date: 2005-12-17 02:48 pm (UTC)See? I can ALWAYS find things for other people. Boo! (Although, I did find that tuxedo - very Angelina Jolie, but almost a thousand dollars! I'm not quite in those leagues yet. It fit like a GLOVE.)
*shares the caramel/Devil's Food cake cookie bars while we're plowing through the fudge*
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Date: 2005-12-17 02:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-17 02:59 pm (UTC)I HAVE TO KILL, WOMAN!!! Or, you know: kill women. Hee!
Oh, and you've reminded me of who to be mad at: MY HUSBAND. THANKS FOR THE NOTICE, HONEY.
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Date: 2005-12-17 02:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-17 03:02 pm (UTC)Banana Republic FAILED me. They never do!! Booooring. Or, I already HAVE it. J. Crew does not fit me well, because they cater to small breasted, thin hipped women, and I am shaped like a 50s woman.
I'm just pissing and moaning. Maybe I'll take one of my HUSBAND'S GIFTS BACK and use the money to buy the SEXY SUIT THAT FIT ME PERFECTLY. But was out of my budget for the day....
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Date: 2005-12-17 03:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-17 03:04 pm (UTC)Got you down?
Got yo head,
spinnin' all around?
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Date: 2005-12-17 03:02 pm (UTC)Clothes shopping sucks. The stuff that looks best on me is the stuff that doesn't look like me. I can look nice and look like I'm in drag or look like myself. Stupid boobs and hips.
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Date: 2005-12-17 03:04 pm (UTC)And I suspect I would look good in some of those clothes, but I don't LIKE them. I need those two British women that humilate women for wearing bad clothes and then dress them up and make them look like a million bucks.
Except they make the women go shopping... What I NEED is a personal shopper. And for society to decide women with curves look good again.
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Date: 2005-12-17 03:35 pm (UTC)Seriously: add to your list of stoooooopid clothing:
The tendancy in the past several years for shirts to be made so your midriff is exposed if you raise your apms above the waist, and then stick DDDs in them and feel like your in danger of falling out the bottom? WTF?
The 2005 fashion for shirts with red, white and blue or Turquoise, orange, and lime green stripes, on a lav white background. UGLY! Ugly ugly ugly.
No sweaters other than cashmere, anywhere. Cashmere feels marvelous, and wears not at all, pills up if you look at it twice, and tends to pull out at the bewbal area.
Absolute lack of what I was assured were "classics, you can always find these, because people will always wear them". So where's my eight gore grey flannel 100% wool skirt, anywhere, for under $500? How about nice white shirts without trendoid features which make them hard to wear? Hip-length winter sweaters, nice flat-knit lambswool ones that don't pill and cover your sacroiliac? Decent winter-weight trousers which are not rayon, or polyester, neither of which are actually warm?
For that matter, any clothes at all which aren't ski clothes, which are not constructed of materials which assume that one never goes out from ones heated garage to a heated parking structure to an office?
I'm beginning to suspect I'll need to start sewing again soon.
Julia, in jeans, a henley, and a silk hoodie I bought at a Nordie's Rack four years ago...not exactly party clothes
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Date: 2005-12-17 03:48 pm (UTC)GAH! And I know of only ONE designer (Anne Klein) who makes button down shirts that have the RIGHT number of buttons in the RIGHT spot so that my blouse doesn't pucker in between my bewbs and expose my bra.
My husband's response? Just leave it unbuttoned low - it's sexy. My response? I don't think the PTA or the checker at the grovery store needs to see my religion, thanks.
(And yes to the good wool! *pulls out sewing machine and form*)
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Date: 2005-12-17 03:35 pm (UTC)And because nobody jumped on it, a little serenade...
*takes out roll of Certs and does a quick drum solo on the dash*
You say it's your birthday...
I can't believe I gave my panties to a geek.
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Date: 2005-12-17 03:46 pm (UTC)Fresh breath. It's a high priority in my life.
I don't WANT a wide necked shirt to display my bewbs, thanks, because if I sneeze, I'm POPPING OUT. Or those tops with the criss-cross of lace in the front? Those stripes always hit in the middle of my bewbs!! Nice. And mine are quite perky for their size!
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Date: 2005-12-17 04:09 pm (UTC)Re: Umm, since when am I anonymous?
Date: 2005-12-17 04:40 pm (UTC)*shakes fists to the heavens* Love our bodies!! And make clothes for them!
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Date: 2005-12-17 04:20 pm (UTC)Even with airfair it might be cheaper than the tux you found. :)
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Date: 2005-12-17 04:39 pm (UTC)I'm hopeless. (look at you all gussied up!!)
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Date: 2005-12-17 04:58 pm (UTC)I say Amen, sister, and add.....why on earth would a plus size woman want to wear cap sleeves, puffy jackets, ugly neutrals that seriously look like something that came from under the couch or unlined satin pants? Satin and cellulite do NOT mix, I tell you. Why sell short knee-length skirts to wear with kicky boots to hide your piano legs if you don't have boots wide enough for said unsightly calves? Hm? Rrrg.
I was in Atlanta for two weeks and bought three sweaters and some socks. I had a Macy's a Bloomingdales, Nordestrom, Neiman's and um, another one available and that's the sum of my personal purchases. I seriously tried. I did. I just couldn't find stuff that didn't suck or look hideous.
Nine West has some cute not too sluttish clothes. Admittedly, they have some utterly frightening prints for jackets, too (yes, I'd like to go as a brocade sofa with a fur collar, thanks!) and they were carried at the ATL Macy's and Nordestrom's. There was a v. v. cute 50's ish portrait-collared silk jacket (I saw it in dark turquoise) that was adorable and on sale (for Macy's is desperate) for $60. You'd need a tank to go under it, so as not to show your tum, since it only buttons once.
I also got a tasteful teal sweater (I'm kind of having a teal/turq/green phase) with minimum sparklage 'cause it made my bewbs look awesome, and was a bit more useable for me than a one-buttoned silk portrait-collared jacket in the wilds of Western MA. (Sadly pictures wearing it on x-mas or New Years' with a storm jacket and snow boots.) It looked pretty fricken awesome, though. Turned my eyes the same color.
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Date: 2005-12-17 08:50 pm (UTC)What's wrong with holiday socks?
*hides feet with red naughty/nice socks*
hee hee. I'm abnormal though when it comes to socks. I have very few solid color socks, NO white socks, and no two pairs are alike.
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Date: 2005-12-17 05:00 pm (UTC)So the bathrobe is not entirely out of the question. ;D
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Date: 2005-12-17 05:03 pm (UTC)Red mandarin collar silk top. With black. That's what I WANT. Did I find it? No.
(I may be forcing someone into letting me get the Tux. Or the fractionally priced item. *cough*)
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Date: 2005-12-17 05:42 pm (UTC)Sweetie, I know you're upset, so I know that you can't possibly mean that. Proof positive:
::offers boobs::
and look like a whore with big bewbs
And that would be bad how? ;)
Aww, your two dresses sound beautiful. Hey, I KNOW WHAT YOU SHOULD DO! Do you have any fetching curtains? Have you seen the Gone With The Wind thingy on Carol Burnett (sp?)? VOILA!
There, all problems solved. My work here is done.
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Date: 2005-12-17 05:56 pm (UTC)"It's just something I saw in the window and I just had to have it."
*looks for tie-back to fashion chappeau*
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Date: 2005-12-18 11:45 am (UTC)And I'm no Sharon Stone that can pull off the cheap tee and taffetta skirt. :D
I'm thinking of faking a cough and skirting off to the movies.
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Date: 2005-12-17 09:49 pm (UTC)This is beautiful and I will shellack it and place it on my dining table for all to behold!
Seriously, WTF? I went into H&M last month and was boggled at the Fugly. And the tucking of the jeans into the boots is HEINOUS and there ought to be a law.
There is only one remedy for your situation. You must buy the tuxedo suit that fits you and is awesome. You can't put a price tag on THAT. And your husband wants you to go with him and be happy right?
Also, don't stay home and let those other cats get their claws in your man. Even if you're in your bathrobe spilling your martini everywhere!
*grabs fudge and runs*
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Date: 2005-12-18 11:43 am (UTC)Mmmm. Martinis.
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Date: 2005-12-18 07:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-18 11:42 am (UTC)(OMG - am I fifteen? The hell?)
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Date: 2005-12-19 08:41 am (UTC)All stores do this and I can't for the life of me fathom why. They trot out the New Year's dresses in December and there they are - all sequiny, glittery, and made of three square centimetres of fabric. Men get to wear long sleeves and jackets, yes they do, but women have to freeze.
Are goosebumps really that sexy?
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Date: 2005-12-19 10:35 am (UTC)Well, THERE IS the target market for those ridiculous clothes.
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Date: 2005-12-19 10:38 am (UTC)That is really just precious. Hahahahaha!! NO. And man, if it isn't at 121 and Preston, it's not in DFW. Every shop known to man is in there. And I went to them all. My problem is I have VERY expensive taste, apparently. (See: 800 bones for the lovely suit that fit me perfectly.)
OH! I was shopping for tuxedo fronts for dad for a present? Found a cool set in Nordstrom's, thought "this is perfect! Just get it." and RIGHT before I handed over my credit card, I saw the price on the bottom. (I was assuming they were about 50 - 100 bones) FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FIVE DOLLARS. YOINK! went the card, and red went my face. Um, no. I think I'll go shop in Penny's thanks. Derp.