I bought these shoes for $4 last week at Goodwill. They are cute and classy. They are also going right back to Goodwill because they are not comfortable, not even during a day of sitting in a cubicle. I rented them for four days, wearing them with jeans and a black tank top to a Japanese restaurant for dinner Friday night, and once to work with the outfit above. I bought the possibility of new shoes more than the actual reality of new shoes themselves.
I left the house at 2 p.m. yesterday knowing I likely wouldn’t be home until the next day and needed to be appropriately supplied for a pool party, hanging out watching baseball on tv, going out to a karaoke bar, and possibly to church in the morning. This little black dress was going to be my karaoke outfit, and then I didn’t make it to the birthday celebration. Playing in a sunny pool all afternoon in the heat is tiring! I was asleep before midnight and naturally woke up before 9 a.m., and this dress become my church-going attire. While it’s a little shorter than I would normally wear to church, it’s still serviceable.
It’s not a formal congregation, with full spectrum attire ranging from jeans and t-shirts to suits and ties. The man sitting next to me was wearing shorts and sandals, while the woman behind me celebrating her 59th wedding anniversary was in a dressy blouse, slacks, and pearls.
I wore my refashioned prairie dress to work and received 3 compliments in the 90 minutes before I went home to take my migraine prescription and sleep until 3:45 p.m. Maybe not the most enjoyable way to spend 7 hours of my precious paid time off supply, and it seemed necessary at the time.
I haven’t worn this skirt in awhile because I’m still hesitant about its office-appropriateness. Also, it had gotten shorter with each added pound, and for some reason I felt that 3 pounds down (woot!) was enough difference to put it on again. Verdict: not flagrantly inappropriate, and I still felt relieved that being really busy had me staying in my cubicle, unseen, for hours at a time.
See that white plastic hook to the left of my head? I’m quite delighted with it. It’s for my pool towel, to hang my towel to dry rather than tossing it over the lounge chair on the porch. I have used it exactly zero times since I put it up a couple weekends ago, and when I finally do… hoo boy it’s gonna be sweet.
I’ve owned this top for a couple years and this is the first time I’ve worn it with jeans. It’s too long and weird to wear untucked and I’ve been hesitant about tucking things into jeans for fear of turning into myself circa 1995. You know the flannel shirt trend that made its way to my small town in middle America by the mid-90s? I did it with a purple-pink flannel, tucked into jeans. Once of these days I’ll scan a picture from my scrapbook to show you the evidence…
But Friday I wore this blouse tucked into jeans and felt just fine. There is a first time for everything, they say. Unfortunately, that I’ve eaten only cake and nachos this entire day does not in fact qualify as a first time. Sometimes I make questionable choices.
The gradual purging of my closet continues. I’ve only worn this shirt once or twice and I didn’t know why. Something about the fit? Are the underarms especially tight, causing me to pit them out with more vigor than usual? (I’m a good sweat-er.) Is it an awkward length or a bad color? After wearing it to work last week I decided the lack of use is probably due to laziness — its cotton button-down nature means it improves with a touch of ironing. If I decide to keep it, I’m shortening the sleeves so that when I roll them up to this length they’re not a half-inch thick.
I received four compliments on this dress today, although it was basically one compliment because a woman in the break room during lunch said, “That dress looks great, and it looks great on you too! Doesn’t it, girls?” And then the three other women felt obliged to agree with her. Half an hour later one of them, Gina, looked up as I walked by again and said, “That dress really does look so good on you, it’s perfect, where did you get it? It’s very much a Gina dress, I love it!”
It’s true, too, she was even wearing something similar. She wears a lot of dresses in classic lines and neutral colors, most black with some brown and tan and gray. I noticed she was wearing green once and it occurred to me that it was unusual. Now it’s a little game where I check out her outfit everyday. 10 weeks and still neutrals…
The refashion was 15 minutes sewing down each side seam to make it smaller and adjust the shaping. I left the length and shoulders alone.
A year after living in this apartment I finally put up curtains in the dining room, restringing the vines as well. Sun pours through the west window every afternoon in the summer, heating the room and adding to the electric bill and sweat quotient. (On a related note, my new motto is “Shirts are for suckers”.) I bought “thermal curtains”, which appear to be regular drapery lined with a thick plastic-y substance for blocking out light, sun, and heat. And maybe cold, too, but that’s not much of an issue here.
They read as blue in the pictures and they’re actually a turquoise aqua color, much greener than showing here. It took me an entire episode of “Grey’s Anatomy” to get these up. Measuring might have been a good idea. Instead I ended up with a constellation of holes near each bracket’s final location and a more-or-less straight curtain rod.