A small town girl living in the city full of crazy people. But then, who is normal anyway. I love books, skateboarding, ballet, loud music, hanging out with my nieces and nephew, shopping, and cats Bilbo and Misty. (ferrets Faramir-RIP, Eowyn-RIP, Arwyn-MIA, Luthien-RIP, Beren-MIA, Boromir-RIP/cats Precious-RIP and Frodo-RIP).
Saturday, October 30, 2010
I hate my clothes
Tried on clothes I bought yesterday before washing. I know I should do this after washing but was eager to try them to see if they fit. I don't try on thngs at the store anymore from invading security cameras. Jeans are a little tight (how tight will they get after washing), but at least I could squeeze into them. I know supertight is the thing so get use it. Shirts were horrible. Hard to get on and off from being so tight. Then even worse if I'm wearing a lace bra, everybody can see the pattern on the lace. I guess the prostitute fad of sheer and supertight fabrics is still in fashion. Shame on me for having a job that demands I look professional, like a lady instead of the mistress. The long shirt I got to go under Ms Britney Spears for Candies crochet shirt was a nightmare. Sheer, except the line wear the buttons were, the pockets that stood out, and I guessing military stripe on the shoulder could be seen. Went online to fine a better shirt to go underneath. I do like this crochet shirt that much. Had to get shoes too so here's hoping this is the end of my shopping for work clothes. The only positive thing is the shirts are longer and tuckable. I have waited years for this to appear. My boss never liked my midriff revealed every time I reached for a pen, but had justify my short waist shirts as being the only thing in the store. Now boss can complain my bra is showing.
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