How dare I ignore the internet for so long! It's like I don't even care about the needs of my (two) dear readers. Though some personal poop has kept me away, I rushed back to discuss something of utmost importance to me--comfort clothes.
You see, when the proverbial shit hits the fan in my life and in the lives of my beautiful friends, clothings and aesthetics manage to become both more and less important. In the "more important" corner, I do the whole "shop away your feelings" thing. Since emotions are high during these sprees though, I come away with purchases that are a touch extreme, even for my tastes--like this gloriously gaudy two-finger peacock ring. Yes, that will be mine in 2-8 days. And I will wear it with everything.
In the "less important" realm, all I want to wear are paint-stained jeans, Hanes tank tops, hilariously large basketball shorts (Michigan State, thank you very much), and sweatpants (Go Eastern Illinois University!). As someone who concerns herself with fashion and personal style, it may seem like I should abhor any item of clothing with "sweat" in its description. Or for that matter, anything with the name of a college written across the ass. However, I still say that I'd rather have my bootay support higher education than "Juicy," or something along those lines.
But, in these rough economic and emotional times, sometimes the best thing you can do is throw on the comfiest, softest thing you can find, and save your aesthetic energies for another day. For me, "another day" means "the moment that peacock ring arrives in my mailbox." From then on, depression be damned! I'll be wearing sequined prom dresses to live up to it's flair.
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