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my new cute jacket
I am available for dog rentals, dog babysitting and dog walking. Summer has arrived!
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Sad news: I CAN'T go to the gym because I'm NOT ALLOWED. (According to hairdresser who says newly coloured hair needs to be left unshampooed for 24 hours). SAD SAD SAD. I'm heartbroken.
NAUGHT.
In any case it's so GORGEOUS - sunburn weather - there's no way I'm staying in past this entry.
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One way to stick religiously to one's diet is to try clothes on in the horridly lit changing rooms of shops. Yesterday I found out I'm between a size 6 and an 8 in pants, which is really great and yet depressing because it means I can't buy pants yet. What fits in the waist doesn't fit in the crotch or the rear end.
You have to be your size, people!
I was surprised to see plenty of size zero's (0) and one's (1) on the rack. Who are these stick people? I couldn't get my forearm into those pantlegs.
The irony of our culture can be found in two persistent contradictory messages. EAT MCLOTS OF MCGREASY MCARTERY MCCLOGGING MCFRIED MCFAST MCFOOD - AND - LOOK LIKE YOU EAT SPARINGLY AND RARELY. Stupid shallow culture.
Focusing on the fascism of fashion for a moment: low-rider pants have gotten ridiculous. Let's face it, variations on this design are all that's available today so it's grin and bear it if you want to wear pants. I happen to like low-riders because they are more comfortable than the ones that latch around the waist. But let's face it, they're not a design everyone can wear, with a cropped top that is.
Yesterday I saw a well-endowed cellulite-plagued rump, the crack part of which kept popping out of pants that were much too low for the person wearing them. The poor kid had to have been 16 - the age of total conformity among teenagers. (Imagine your average teenage girl opting for waist high jeans today and you'll be imagining an outcast.) She kept tugging the back of her pants up because her shirt was much to short to tug down. To no avail. She did not fit inside the pants. But all of her friends are wearing the godforsaken things so she has to as well.
To have this look come off with some semblance of grace and elegance - avoiding the trailer park ho look - you either have to have be the shape of THE SEXLESS STICK (size zero) or have a dancer's body, slender but strong/muscular with slight curves. You've also got to have the confidence to pull the look off.
Adolescents who wear low-low riders and crop tops are self-conscious too. Frequently you'll see them looking embarrassed and shy and yet trying so hard to look "model-like." Their hands perpetually flutter around their navel and crotch area as if they're trying to conceal something they don't intend to show. This inspires derision from the boys they are trying to impress and leers from gross old men they don't want looking at them. If you're going to parade your navel/pubic region around town, you must have confidence, otherwise you end up looking like a victim.
Christ, you couldn't pay me to trade places with the teenage crowd. Who ever enjoyed being a teenager? (My ex, that's who - freak)
Back to me and what I bought.
I'm not struggling with above-the-waist clothing anymore and tried on shirts and jackets. I ended up buying a very cute little bomber jacket at - I'm ashamed to admit - The Gap, about which I have a few political issues. But what clothing manufacturer hasn't sold its soul to the devil to enhance its profit margin? Eddie Bauer, I discovered, uses prison labour to make its clothes. We all know by now about NIKE's pact with Satan. All of these companies sell variations of the same design in what is largely poor quality; it's all sweatshop made, whether here or in southeast Asia. It's all mass produced crap we're lead to believe must be wonderful because it's branded. The best manufacturers, I've found, are small local outfits that, surprisingly, don't cost all that much more. Like Taiga Works (where I buy all my Gortex) and LuluLemon (where I buy all my yoga gear), to name two. The super high end stuff is unaffordable, and anyway, it's not that much better made. Even Ralph Lauren, which used to be of very high quality, is becoming ugly and chintzy.
But anyway, back to the jacket. I was surprised to find it's very well made, is lined even (which is shocking as most stuff isn't lined anymore), and cute as hell, so I bought it. I considered the khaki green - which was equally adorable and settled on black. Here it is, first in pink so you can see the detail. Below is the black version. It was on sale too, $30 off.
2:09 p.m. - 2004-04-11
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