One of my co-workers told me the other day that I remind them of a Grandpa.
Fashion has never been a friend of mine. I always try to make my personal style look effortless, but instead it always ends up looking like I didn't even try.
I thought I'd caught my break when the whole smart-is-sexy thing started popping up around Davis. Geek Chic, if you will. Sort of like a play on Hipsters, without the attitude. But you really need to be naturally beautiful to pull off a look like that, because otherwise a frumpy Mr. Rogers sweater and a pair of loafers just make you look, well, frumpy. And loafish. And thats where I find myself on most days. I'm trying for a sort of Tina Fey on 30 Rock look, but I end up with more of a Fred Mertz.
Showing posts with label Clothing. Show all posts
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Saturday, October 23, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Questionable Taste
I will always look a gift horse in the mouth.
I found a consignment shop in nearby New Hampshire that pays you up front for the clothes you drop off. This was a big deal for me for two reasons, one: I have a lot of clothes that I don't wear, And two: Its my money, and I need it now.
So, I dropped the clothes off at this store, which looked like a pretty nice place and the owner called me like an hour later to say she'd looked through the clothes, and taken a few things, and she wanted to offer me 7 dollars for what she took. Which doesn't sound like a lot, but I'm pretty desperate. And suddenly I understand how pawn shops work. But anyway, when I picked up the clothes, the box looked exactly as full as when I dropped it off. So far, the only thing I can recognize as missing is a blue tie-dyed iridescent tunic that was given to me by a relative who was apparently under the impression that I am a middle-age drag queen. But none of the things I was sure she'd be interested in-- the brand new shoes, sundresses, Ann Taylor shirts-- they were all still there. Even with all the skills Cosmo Magazine has given me, is it possible that I have bad taste? Maybe I should have kept that drag queen tunic, maybe that's the direction fashion is heading. ...But probably not.
I found a consignment shop in nearby New Hampshire that pays you up front for the clothes you drop off. This was a big deal for me for two reasons, one: I have a lot of clothes that I don't wear, And two: Its my money, and I need it now.
So, I dropped the clothes off at this store, which looked like a pretty nice place and the owner called me like an hour later to say she'd looked through the clothes, and taken a few things, and she wanted to offer me 7 dollars for what she took. Which doesn't sound like a lot, but I'm pretty desperate. And suddenly I understand how pawn shops work. But anyway, when I picked up the clothes, the box looked exactly as full as when I dropped it off. So far, the only thing I can recognize as missing is a blue tie-dyed iridescent tunic that was given to me by a relative who was apparently under the impression that I am a middle-age drag queen. But none of the things I was sure she'd be interested in-- the brand new shoes, sundresses, Ann Taylor shirts-- they were all still there. Even with all the skills Cosmo Magazine has given me, is it possible that I have bad taste? Maybe I should have kept that drag queen tunic, maybe that's the direction fashion is heading. ...But probably not.
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