I find myself reading about clothes and shoes in elsewhere blogs, and I wonder where I lost my way or if I was ever on the way to begin with.
I own 3 pairs of shoes: my sneaks, my cute little calf boots, and...huh...do I even have those simple black pumps anymore?
I'm not a shoe person. I prefer to be barefoot or in my soft black ballet-style Isotoners.
I own two skirts that I never wear, and a couple of sweater-type tops that pass for dressy on the rare occassion I need them.
Everything else is jeans, t-shirts, and tank tops.
Nine times out of ten, I'm shoving my leather Pirates of the Carribean cap on my head so I don't have to do anything with my hair, or I'm pulling it back in a scrunchie cuz Zippy's a/c is permanently kaput.
I just can't bring myself to spend more than 20 bucks on any one piece of clothing without extreme prodding or need (one of the skirts above cost 35, but I needed it for a wedding).
In an email a while back, someone mentioned trying on designer dresses, and I shuddered. Who wants to spend an afternoon doing that? I honestly can't relate.
My one guilty pleasure in shopping comes in the loungerie dept - pajama sets and panties. I've got like fiddy pairs of sexy or cute panties. I'm especially a sucker for the boyshort cut, cuz they're waaay more comfy than regular/more common cuts of panties. Mind you, I'm not likely to pay outrageous prices for them.
All in all, I think my most expensive piece of clothing whenever I walk out of the apartment is my bra, because you simply can't get a decent one that will last or fit me for anything near cheap. But that's more out of necessity than anything else.
Now...set me to shopping for clothes for ANOTHER woman or girl, and oh yeah...I can go nuts. I've got pretty damn decent taste in finding things that would look good on them and that they'd like too.
I've also got a really great mental picture of the dress I'd like to renew my vows in if we ever get to do so...
But, honestly? The rest of it baffles me. Back when I used to work in an office, I had slacks and some nice pants-suit type things and even a skirt or two, but I hated them. I always felt totally fake between the clothes and the make-up and the unholy uncomfortable shoes.
So, the question is... In light of all this, am I still a girl? :P
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You are still my girl!
Check between your legs. =x
Bah, I don't do the clothes thing either. Nor do I tend to bother with my hair, though lately I've been considering punk dye jobs just because I want to stand out a little. My guilty pleasure is jackets. JACKETS. That isn't even very girly. Oh, and bags. But not purses. I guess that's girly.
Things that I do to remind myself that I am, in fact, female (beyond the biology, fuz all every month):
---Inventory the sheer amount of junk I carry around in my bag. I'm told that's a girl thing.
---Remember how I am easily placated by pleasing foods, like chocolate. Or maybe that means I'm a child...
---Try to see a patently inane 'comedy move' with the guys? I hate comedy movies. I don't find watching 90 minutes of evolutionary failures of people entertaining. That may be a personal thing.
---I actually DO love shopping. Even if I never buy anything. It's theraputic. I like looking at stuff.
Hrm, maybe I really am just a gay man. But then, where did these boobs come from?
That junk in your bag? Is that more because you're a mom? Cuz...that's my problem. I used to carry this tiny little thing that had room for gum, a compact, a lipstick, and my driver's liscense, but what happened was Mike and Caedyn handed me every stinking thing to carry, and then there's anitbiotic hand stuff, an actual wallet to carry all my stupid insurance/store discount cards and Caedyn's insurance card, gum, something for Caedyn to write on and with when he's bored, etc. etc. ad nauseum. And the bigger the purse got, the more crap they shoved in there. :/
I think, for me, it's the walking around in a different setting with someone that makes shopping nice...or it was...but I guess the social anxiety also explains the disinterest in just shopping for the sake of shopping. I like to have a goal and exit strategy before I ever step foot in a place.
You can't be a gay man. Gay men have no use for boobs.
You can play one in the Pingu channel all you like though. Just watch out for Vinnie. He might start humping your leg. :P
I beta test TR with a bunch of friggin catpeople so I have a large supply of spritz bottles.
I think I was carrying junk around before I had loinspawn, but that definitely made it worse. I carry around a lighter. And I don't smoke. You know, just in case I have to make a FIRE. It's my obsession with being prepared for any possible eventuality. When I was in high school I would sometimes keep a bag packed full of things in case our neighborhood got bombed and we had to become refugees. ...I live near a military fort where they do testing with biological stuff, it sounded logical!!
lmao! Okay, yeah. You've got the bag thing way worse. :P
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