The problem is there are always two hands
Dec. 30th, 2008 11:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinpraI don't know if I mentioned here, b/c I certainly burned my coworker's ear with it, but my mother has been getting on me lately about my wardrobe. Or lack of same. Over the last 5 years or so, I've let my "grown up" wardrobe go to pieces since I don't really need it at work. And I usually don't care. Unfortunately this has also included my wardrobe for church. I've lucked out in that we're not a super-fancy church and I don't need diamonds and pearls to be presentable. Showing up fully dressed and halfway decent is really enough for us...but I know I can do better. Heck, yesterday we were going through old family pictures and I was wearing Dior at 4 yrs (admittedly things like that contributed to my mother going into horrendous debt, but that's not the point). My godfather once brought me back a whole wardrobe from Paris. Back before I dressed myself, I was the cat's meow!
Anyway, the long and short is that my mother has been very vocally pointing out my lack, while I've been sub-vocally lamenting my lack. She hasn't been horrible about it, but it doesn't matter. I've got lots of great pieces that mostly don't match each other. On top of that, I've been losing weight over the last couple of years (yay!) and things that used to look good or were okay don't fit. And the things that didn't fit are, like, scary-bad. So mum's been pointing out my lack, I've been lamenting my lack, but I didn't have funds to really do anything about it.
In comes Christmas! Mom gave me shopping money! And she and Gram took me shopping! Which is great because, as I mentioned, all my best looks happened when I wasn't shopping for/by myself. (The sad truth is I can dress anyone but myself.) But on the other hand I had to deal with shopping with my mother and grandmother. Four hours we were shopping! No...I take that back: Four hours I was trying on clothes! Four freakin' hours! My legs hurt, my feet were cold, we kind of took over the fitting room's waiting room...that is we did when I could get the two of them to actually come look at the stuff they had me trying on instead of just handing me stuff. For a while I was getting 2 or 3 outfits for every one I tried on. I'd have four outfits on the Nope Not These rack and about six on the Still Waiting To Try rack. Crazy.
Things I tried on included a basic church-suit originally priced at 204 that was so not worth it, and just okay at the markdown price since it didn't do anything for me; at least 4 pants suits, one of which had a hot pink jacket in my size but pants in a size 2 (which I am so not); a bunch of party dresses that looked shockingly good on me; knit shirts that were shockingly boring after trying on a half-dozen party dresses; some regular dresses; and some basic separates. I ended up with a classic deep V-neck jersey dress by Jones New York, a knit dress by Nine West, and a shiny knit sweater (that itches like the dickens) by somebody or other. Narrowing it down to three was painful. Most of the stuff fit and/or looked good on me so we probably spent half an hour just narrowing down my choices. Ugh! Exhausting.
So in the end I'm tired, footsore and a wee cold, and all I really want is some ice cream from the mall. Which I mention. Then I get stuck on the line of doom (person in front of me was having issues), but finally we find someone willing to ring me up. Excellent. I can have my ice cream now, right? Um, no. We headed straight for the car! We get home, it's late, I've got to do my hair or look like Chewbacca's unloved little sister, and my grandmother calls out "tinny! I'm eating dinner" to which I respond "Great!" because, seriously, what does that have to do with me, per se? Apparently that was my cue to eat as well. But mum and I had eaten before we went shopping. And I wanted ice cream! So I got ready to shower and such while they ate, made a quick foray into the kitchen to confirm my suspicions and went to shower.
That of course turned out to be a minor adventure. My grandmother lives alone. Which is fine. The only problem is the hallway bathroom is now more of a show-bathroom than a working one. Other than the sink nearest the door, she doesn't really use it. I had to take apart so much display-type stuff just so I could get in without getting the nice towels wet, and then it was dark b/c the shower curtains don't really move but of course the side that's down (one side is drawn back) is the one that's on the well-lit end of the bathroom. I couldn't put the good towels back because the shower's still wet. I had to use an actual bath towel instead of my bathsheets that I love...
Now before you think I'm just whining and complaining about not having the comforts of home, I was actually almost completely okay. A bit bemused at how much work goes into having to take a shower nowadays and missing my bath sheets, but really okay. I was more annoyed with the maternal units when we first started shopping than with the bathroom thing. My point is that it's been an adventure. All day. Matter of fact, me and Mom went shopping earlier this morning and I ended up with a pair of (rather nifty) boots and new music, as well as more communion cups and a replacement server for the one that's gone mysteriously missing. It is ridiculously hard getting grape juice into tiny plastic cups using a water bottle, let me tell you.
So the day wasn't horrible. A wee traumatic and a lot exhausting, but not horrible. And the fruits of my labor are faboo :D
In other news, I won't be around tomorrow night. For the first time in years we're going to Watchnight service. Usually we're traveling on New Year's Day, and so going to a service that doesn't let out until about 1 a.m. when you plan to be on the road at 5 or 6 a.m. really doesn't work out too well. So, no me tomorrow night. I may or may not be on during the day.
I also finished my first scarf....only to realize that I had no idea how to cast off. Gram and I thought that was a hoot. I've found a page on how to cast off, so I should be straight. Hopefully :D
So in unrelated news: fics that ppl wrote for me for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
yuletide have been getting recced...and I admit it's almost like the recs are for me. lol. Is that wrong? But I get as excited that something that was written for me has been recced as I would if it was my stuff being recced. Almost as if it was something for a friend being recced. I dunno. I've been enjoying my first yuletide thus far.
Anyway, the long and short is that my mother has been very vocally pointing out my lack, while I've been sub-vocally lamenting my lack. She hasn't been horrible about it, but it doesn't matter. I've got lots of great pieces that mostly don't match each other. On top of that, I've been losing weight over the last couple of years (yay!) and things that used to look good or were okay don't fit. And the things that didn't fit are, like, scary-bad. So mum's been pointing out my lack, I've been lamenting my lack, but I didn't have funds to really do anything about it.
In comes Christmas! Mom gave me shopping money! And she and Gram took me shopping! Which is great because, as I mentioned, all my best looks happened when I wasn't shopping for/by myself. (The sad truth is I can dress anyone but myself.) But on the other hand I had to deal with shopping with my mother and grandmother. Four hours we were shopping! No...I take that back: Four hours I was trying on clothes! Four freakin' hours! My legs hurt, my feet were cold, we kind of took over the fitting room's waiting room...that is we did when I could get the two of them to actually come look at the stuff they had me trying on instead of just handing me stuff. For a while I was getting 2 or 3 outfits for every one I tried on. I'd have four outfits on the Nope Not These rack and about six on the Still Waiting To Try rack. Crazy.
Things I tried on included a basic church-suit originally priced at 204 that was so not worth it, and just okay at the markdown price since it didn't do anything for me; at least 4 pants suits, one of which had a hot pink jacket in my size but pants in a size 2 (which I am so not); a bunch of party dresses that looked shockingly good on me; knit shirts that were shockingly boring after trying on a half-dozen party dresses; some regular dresses; and some basic separates. I ended up with a classic deep V-neck jersey dress by Jones New York, a knit dress by Nine West, and a shiny knit sweater (that itches like the dickens) by somebody or other. Narrowing it down to three was painful. Most of the stuff fit and/or looked good on me so we probably spent half an hour just narrowing down my choices. Ugh! Exhausting.
So in the end I'm tired, footsore and a wee cold, and all I really want is some ice cream from the mall. Which I mention. Then I get stuck on the line of doom (person in front of me was having issues), but finally we find someone willing to ring me up. Excellent. I can have my ice cream now, right? Um, no. We headed straight for the car! We get home, it's late, I've got to do my hair or look like Chewbacca's unloved little sister, and my grandmother calls out "tinny! I'm eating dinner" to which I respond "Great!" because, seriously, what does that have to do with me, per se? Apparently that was my cue to eat as well. But mum and I had eaten before we went shopping. And I wanted ice cream! So I got ready to shower and such while they ate, made a quick foray into the kitchen to confirm my suspicions and went to shower.
That of course turned out to be a minor adventure. My grandmother lives alone. Which is fine. The only problem is the hallway bathroom is now more of a show-bathroom than a working one. Other than the sink nearest the door, she doesn't really use it. I had to take apart so much display-type stuff just so I could get in without getting the nice towels wet, and then it was dark b/c the shower curtains don't really move but of course the side that's down (one side is drawn back) is the one that's on the well-lit end of the bathroom. I couldn't put the good towels back because the shower's still wet. I had to use an actual bath towel instead of my bathsheets that I love...
Now before you think I'm just whining and complaining about not having the comforts of home, I was actually almost completely okay. A bit bemused at how much work goes into having to take a shower nowadays and missing my bath sheets, but really okay. I was more annoyed with the maternal units when we first started shopping than with the bathroom thing. My point is that it's been an adventure. All day. Matter of fact, me and Mom went shopping earlier this morning and I ended up with a pair of (rather nifty) boots and new music, as well as more communion cups and a replacement server for the one that's gone mysteriously missing. It is ridiculously hard getting grape juice into tiny plastic cups using a water bottle, let me tell you.
So the day wasn't horrible. A wee traumatic and a lot exhausting, but not horrible. And the fruits of my labor are faboo :D
In other news, I won't be around tomorrow night. For the first time in years we're going to Watchnight service. Usually we're traveling on New Year's Day, and so going to a service that doesn't let out until about 1 a.m. when you plan to be on the road at 5 or 6 a.m. really doesn't work out too well. So, no me tomorrow night. I may or may not be on during the day.
I also finished my first scarf....only to realize that I had no idea how to cast off. Gram and I thought that was a hoot. I've found a page on how to cast off, so I should be straight. Hopefully :D
So in unrelated news: fics that ppl wrote for me for
yuletide have been getting recced...and I admit it's almost like the recs are for me. lol. Is that wrong? But I get as excited that something that was written for me has been recced as I would if it was my stuff being recced. Almost as if it was something for a friend being recced. I dunno. I've been enjoying my first yuletide thus far.