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Mar. 21st, 2002 06:14 pmhey all. i'm drinking a Pibb Xtra and trying to figure out what flavor the mystery skittle is. I'm thinking it's mango or passion fruit or something, but didn't they do that already with the tropical skittles? maybe it's pear. I don't know, it's white, which looks weird with all the other skittles, but I like it.
so here's something I've been thinking about. clothes. it takes me forever to get dressed in the morning, because the outfit has to match my mood for the day, and sometimes if I get it wrong I have to stop back at home in the afternoon to change into a different outfit. it's not like I'm superfashiongirl or anything. the majority of my wardrobe is either navy blue or a color that looks good with it (barring my collection of lavender tank tops, which for some reason I can't resist), or else it's the basic black skirt or pants. my closet is fairly simple, in comparison to that of most 22-year-old women. I don't even have a lot of shoes (which is a problem for another journal entry).
but getting dressed. even on a t-shirt and jeans day, it can't just be any old t-shirt and jeans—is it the tight jeans or the baggier jeans or the big punkgrrl jeans or the boy jeans, and is it a snug girly t-shirt or a big bulky one or SAI letters or something else entirely? and getting dressed up is even worse—do I need to be really dressed up or are khakis acceptable? which khakis, the tight ones or the boy ones or the cargo pants? and it's a disaster if the basic long-sleeve white v-neck top is in the wash when I wanted to wear it. some days (especially dressier days), I feel like I'm dressed like someone's librarian mother, and I don't know what to do about it.
and I think, I think, it all goes back to the catholic school uniform. I was in catholic school for thirteen years--all of my childhood and adolescence. I think maybe I never learned to get dressed properly like other people do when they go to public school. all I had to do was put on my plaid wool skirt and white blouse. for variation, there was the springtime outfit of green skirt and white golf shirt. I only had to choose other clothes for the evenings (when people wouldn't see me anyway) and the weekends, so I didn't have to worry about what I was wearing on a daily basis. and secretly, I liked my uniform. I would bitch and complain about it with the other girls, but deep down, I liked how neat and put together I looked.
once, freshman year in college, I wanted to get dressed up, so I pulled a green plaid skirt and a white top out of the closet and thought I looked snappy, and I wore it for half a day before I realized I was wearing what was basically my catholic school uniform. I had to change, and I don't think I ever wore that skirt again. (freshman year was, incidentally, the most difficult time for getting dressed. it's gotten better since then.)
then again, the other girls I went to school with don't seem fashion-impaired. I mean, colleen's favorite store is old navy, but that doesn't necessarily have to be bad. she still has tons of clothes and seems to know how to put them on so they look good. so maybe I'm the only weirdo? maybe if I had money to buy clothes elsewhere than at thrift shops and storewide clearances, I would be happier? but lots of people have awesome wardrobes bought at thrift stores. I have awesome things I bought at thrift stores, and awesome things I got on clearance. oh, I don't know.
and I do think the mystery skittle is pear.
so here's something I've been thinking about. clothes. it takes me forever to get dressed in the morning, because the outfit has to match my mood for the day, and sometimes if I get it wrong I have to stop back at home in the afternoon to change into a different outfit. it's not like I'm superfashiongirl or anything. the majority of my wardrobe is either navy blue or a color that looks good with it (barring my collection of lavender tank tops, which for some reason I can't resist), or else it's the basic black skirt or pants. my closet is fairly simple, in comparison to that of most 22-year-old women. I don't even have a lot of shoes (which is a problem for another journal entry).
but getting dressed. even on a t-shirt and jeans day, it can't just be any old t-shirt and jeans—is it the tight jeans or the baggier jeans or the big punkgrrl jeans or the boy jeans, and is it a snug girly t-shirt or a big bulky one or SAI letters or something else entirely? and getting dressed up is even worse—do I need to be really dressed up or are khakis acceptable? which khakis, the tight ones or the boy ones or the cargo pants? and it's a disaster if the basic long-sleeve white v-neck top is in the wash when I wanted to wear it. some days (especially dressier days), I feel like I'm dressed like someone's librarian mother, and I don't know what to do about it.
and I think, I think, it all goes back to the catholic school uniform. I was in catholic school for thirteen years--all of my childhood and adolescence. I think maybe I never learned to get dressed properly like other people do when they go to public school. all I had to do was put on my plaid wool skirt and white blouse. for variation, there was the springtime outfit of green skirt and white golf shirt. I only had to choose other clothes for the evenings (when people wouldn't see me anyway) and the weekends, so I didn't have to worry about what I was wearing on a daily basis. and secretly, I liked my uniform. I would bitch and complain about it with the other girls, but deep down, I liked how neat and put together I looked.
once, freshman year in college, I wanted to get dressed up, so I pulled a green plaid skirt and a white top out of the closet and thought I looked snappy, and I wore it for half a day before I realized I was wearing what was basically my catholic school uniform. I had to change, and I don't think I ever wore that skirt again. (freshman year was, incidentally, the most difficult time for getting dressed. it's gotten better since then.)
then again, the other girls I went to school with don't seem fashion-impaired. I mean, colleen's favorite store is old navy, but that doesn't necessarily have to be bad. she still has tons of clothes and seems to know how to put them on so they look good. so maybe I'm the only weirdo? maybe if I had money to buy clothes elsewhere than at thrift shops and storewide clearances, I would be happier? but lots of people have awesome wardrobes bought at thrift stores. I have awesome things I bought at thrift stores, and awesome things I got on clearance. oh, I don't know.
and I do think the mystery skittle is pear.
