This is a slight exaggeration.
My horns aren’t quite this long.
(Confession: I just spent approximately one thousand minutes perusing free goat images on Pixabay. Fellow goat-lovers . . . proceed at your own risk.)
Fashion is not about clothes,
it is about a look.
~ Carine Roitfeld
I too dress boldly
lipstick and lots of purple
but orange boots? nope!
I am a pale white woman who never, ever wears yellow because that color washes me out and makes me look dead. Sunflowers, on the other hand, wear their yellow quite nicely.
Motto: No yellow in my closet, but plenty in my garden.
Today I was looking in our linen closet, and unearthed this shirt:
Neither Zippy nor I can remember which son owned it. I’m guessing it was Wildebeest, but am not 100% sure. Why do we still have it? Why is it taking up space in the home? For that matter, why are we holding onto half the crap in our lives?
The good news is, I haven’t come across any Napoleon Dynamite moon boots.
Magpies are a reminder that “dapper” is a good look.
Let me count the ways:
- I just got home from the grocery store after buying one item: a 3-pack of cotton undies. It wasn’t until about a month ago that I discovered King Soopers sold women’s underwear. I was waiting for my dog’s prescription to be filled, and went to my favorite aisle to pass the time. After perusing the school/office supplies (notebooks! pens! sticky notes!), I walked farther down the aisle where I noticed the women’s underwear. It was 100% cotton and inexpensive, and I needed new ones, so decided to test drive a pack. And guess what? They’re great. So today I went back to buy more, getting in and out of the store in about five minutes.
- On any given day I might be wearing 1-2 pieces of clothing that once belonged to Zebu. I’m 5′ 10″ and he’s now 6′ 3″, but not too long ago his legs weren’t quite as long and so the jeans he outgrew fit me length-wise. As for the waists being too big, I just cinch ’em with a belt. Also, his arms are longer and he’s outgrown some shirts that are, again, pretty roomy on me but still wearable. The driving factor in all this is that I didn’t have to step foot in a store to buy any of it.
A morguefile.com image that hints at the agony of standing before fitting room mirrors.
- I buy jeans on eBay. I guessed the correct size based on how Zebu’s jeans fit me and now have some very inexpensive jeans that actually fit right. All without having to enter a triple-mirror-fitting-room / little-room-of-horrors to try them on.
- Years ago I went to LandsEnd online and found two shirts I liked, one long-sleeve and the other short, and bought them in four different colors. Today I’m wearing the gray one that, to be honest, probably belongs in the cleaning rag box.
- A couple weeks ago I bought a new sports bra for the first time in six years or so.
- This morning I ran in shorts I’ve owned for at least 12 years.
- I wear shoes that I bought when I lived in Anchorage . . . 20+ years ago.
I’d love to look a little more hip. But so far no fashion consultants/designated shoppers have come knocking. Guess I’ll stick with the Pearl Jam look.