Oct. 15th, 2003
"But I've got nothing to weeeaaaaar!"
Oct. 15th, 2003 08:34 pmToday is Pungenday, day 69 in the season of Bureaucracy, 3269.
I've got a closet we could probably rent out as a separate room. It's a little narrow, but it has a window and a door. It's also almost entirely full of my clothes. C. has about 1/6 of the hanging rack, and the rest is packed full of my stuff. Then there's the shelf, which has a bin full of my handbags and backpacks. Underneath the hanging clothes, about 7/8 of the floor area is taken up with my shoe racks and my boots. Keep in mind that this is an improvement: I've taken five full large garbage bags of clothes and two large paper shopping bags of shoes to Goodwill this year in the process of decluttering at least a bit. The really sad thing is that almost none of it fits right now, but I can't give it away since I do intend to actually be some of those sizes again. It's not entirely untrue that I have a closet full of clothes and not much to wear. Heh. My closet is the cable tv of clothing (87 channels and nothing on/8 feet of clothing on the rack and nothing to wear).
I've got a weird relationship with clothes and shoes. I have 23 pairs of shoes at the moment, and I only ever wear three pairs of them on a regular basis. I have corsets and evening gowns and big poofy skirts that don't get any use unless I'm going to a party at a con, but I'm still compelled to buy them. I buy things that catch my eye even though they may be utterly impractical, just because they're pretty, then I hold onto them for a long time. If I'm stressed, I'm likely to go shopping for new clothes if I can afford it. I honestly think that part of it (the part that isn't because I find retail therapy to be a disturbingly good way to lift my spirits when I'm down or stressed) is because as a kid I think I almost never got new clothes. After my kindergarten year, I wore a uniform to school every year until I went to college, so I never got new school clothes that weren't some godawful "plaid skirt and white blouse with a Peter Pan collar" combination. When I did get new clothes, I remember it almost always being because my cousins had a bunch of castoffs that they'd outgrown and which became the "new to me" wardrobe, however many months/years out of date they happened to be. This is not to say I didn't like a lot of what I got (I did, my cousins and my aunt had reasonable taste as much as anyone was allowed to in the mid- to late-70s) or that I'm somehow upset with my parents because of it (I'm not), just that I don't remember many of my clothes coming to me with the tags still on. I think there's an element of "now that I have money of my own, I'm getting to wear whatever I want, damnit!" that keeps me buying things like this (I don't have it, I desperately want it. Aiee! See what I mean?) or this (see previous parenthetical comment) even though I really don't have any practical way to wear them. Granted, I do also buy more useful clothes that I can wear to the office, but frankly I tend to mostly dress in jeans and tshirts to go to work these days because anything else takes a lot more time and planning in the morning. The thing is, I like looking at all my frivolous clothes hanging in my closet, they make me happy just knowing I have them even if they're rarely worn.
Speaking of clothes, by the way, maybe
anotheranon or one of my other costuming-literate friends can help: I have a vague idea for a Halloween costume this year, and I need panniers. Is there a quick and dirty way to construct them or to mock up something to serve the same purpose? I read a suggestion someplace that one almost could use those annoying fanny packs to serve as a child's panniers, but I think they're too small to work for my purposes. =) I'm not talking full court panniers since I do actually need to get through doors and sit in chairs with arms, plus my skirt wouldn't cover them. ;) Probably what I really want is pocket hoops.
I've got a closet we could probably rent out as a separate room. It's a little narrow, but it has a window and a door. It's also almost entirely full of my clothes. C. has about 1/6 of the hanging rack, and the rest is packed full of my stuff. Then there's the shelf, which has a bin full of my handbags and backpacks. Underneath the hanging clothes, about 7/8 of the floor area is taken up with my shoe racks and my boots. Keep in mind that this is an improvement: I've taken five full large garbage bags of clothes and two large paper shopping bags of shoes to Goodwill this year in the process of decluttering at least a bit. The really sad thing is that almost none of it fits right now, but I can't give it away since I do intend to actually be some of those sizes again. It's not entirely untrue that I have a closet full of clothes and not much to wear. Heh. My closet is the cable tv of clothing (87 channels and nothing on/8 feet of clothing on the rack and nothing to wear).
I've got a weird relationship with clothes and shoes. I have 23 pairs of shoes at the moment, and I only ever wear three pairs of them on a regular basis. I have corsets and evening gowns and big poofy skirts that don't get any use unless I'm going to a party at a con, but I'm still compelled to buy them. I buy things that catch my eye even though they may be utterly impractical, just because they're pretty, then I hold onto them for a long time. If I'm stressed, I'm likely to go shopping for new clothes if I can afford it. I honestly think that part of it (the part that isn't because I find retail therapy to be a disturbingly good way to lift my spirits when I'm down or stressed) is because as a kid I think I almost never got new clothes. After my kindergarten year, I wore a uniform to school every year until I went to college, so I never got new school clothes that weren't some godawful "plaid skirt and white blouse with a Peter Pan collar" combination. When I did get new clothes, I remember it almost always being because my cousins had a bunch of castoffs that they'd outgrown and which became the "new to me" wardrobe, however many months/years out of date they happened to be. This is not to say I didn't like a lot of what I got (I did, my cousins and my aunt had reasonable taste as much as anyone was allowed to in the mid- to late-70s) or that I'm somehow upset with my parents because of it (I'm not), just that I don't remember many of my clothes coming to me with the tags still on. I think there's an element of "now that I have money of my own, I'm getting to wear whatever I want, damnit!" that keeps me buying things like this (I don't have it, I desperately want it. Aiee! See what I mean?) or this (see previous parenthetical comment) even though I really don't have any practical way to wear them. Granted, I do also buy more useful clothes that I can wear to the office, but frankly I tend to mostly dress in jeans and tshirts to go to work these days because anything else takes a lot more time and planning in the morning. The thing is, I like looking at all my frivolous clothes hanging in my closet, they make me happy just knowing I have them even if they're rarely worn.
Speaking of clothes, by the way, maybe
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