TSW Fashion

I have a closet full of clothes I don’t wear. I won’t wear. I can, of course, but I won’t because I don’t want to ruin them with my greasy, overly moisturized skin (which quickly returns to the dry dead zone). For the past year, I’ve been rotating the same ten or so outfits: jeans on the bottom and t-shirt/zip-up/cardigan on top. And I’m really picky about that t-shirt. It can’t be one I like even remotely. I have to hate it, which is why you’ll usually find me in one of Chris’s white Hanes tees (size large). You know, the ones that come in packs of six at Walmart. Chris bought them for himself ages ago to wear under sweaters in the winter, and I’ve adopted single every one of them to wear every single day. It only took me about six months to decide that I should do something about the fact that size large is way too big on me. So what did I do? I cut off the bottom of the shirts with some kitchen scissors. Now I really look awesome. The one I wore today was cut too short to tuck into my jeans, so it hung out the bottom of my City High zip-up sweatshirt (casual Friday!). I guess the kids at school are used to my “fashion” because no one even said anything. I was planning on telling them that I was just doing my part to bring back the eighties if they did ask.

So, I’m having fashion issues lately. It’s a good thing I don’t.care.at.all. Is that bad? Probably.

Here’s what I’m wearing on my arms tonight:

It’s the double sock look. Cut the toes out of a pair of knee socks and a pair of ankle socks, and you can have this look, too! Frankly, I’m pretty proud of this idea because it means I don’t have to have Chris wrap my arms in gauze and ace bandages every morning. That was the pits. Toeless socks = way easier! And washable. Big bonus.

So, that’s my little Friday night update. I’m about to watch a movie with my man dressed in my cute little wife pajamas. Wait, did I say cute little wife pajamas? What I really meant was white tee, sock arms…- Yes, that’s exactly what I meant.

 

 

*Kind people have actually bought me comfy clothes to wear through all this. Clothes that I am supposed to not care about ruining, or whatever. But so far all those clothes are too cute! I keep telling myself that I’ll want to wear this or that when I’m better, which means I certainly can’t wear them now. Chris thinks I’m completely insane for this, and I’d have to say I’m beginning to agree with him. Ah well.