Bitchy McBitcherson's Blog

Tag: fashion

  • Underthings… tumbling

    Not only is today my daughter’s 14th birthday, it is also laundry day.

    Not the scheduled sort of laundry day, but that “Oh fuck, if I don’t do some laundry NOW, clothing won’t even be an option anymore” kind of laundry day.

    This is why I look like some sort of… goth wench pirate with argyle tights.

    Luckily she has a high threshold of tolerance before the “my mother is too embarrassing to be seen out in public with her” cutoff kicks in, and apparently this outfit doesn’t do it.

    It probably would if I wore it on one of the homeschool meeting days.

    Hmmm… Now there’s a thought.

  • Seriously?

    I obviously do not have the proper female level of affection for clothing.

    I’m usually irritated when I need to buy new clothes. I have no idea what my “favorite article of clothing” might be. Invariably, if I like an item of clothing I spill something on it that won’t come out.

    I don’t want an outfit, chocolate or flowers for Valentine’s Day. I certainly don’t want to go out for dinner at a freakishly crowded restaurant. The whole Valentine’s Day concept pretty much gives me a rash, I guess the initials VD are fitting. I do admit that this is kind of cool.

  • Who wants to go to the mall?

    Not me.

    Okay, I just sent off pdf number 20 of the day, so they can all be approved by the client. I am pretty sure they will be, actually the one I have been fighting with the longest, he already approved but I was unhappy with how something was working out, so I have been fighting with it for the past week as I continued to work on the other items. Next will be getting them to the printer and getting proofs.

    This should be a relief, but instead it means it is time to take my MIL to the mall. She wants to buy me an outfit, which is a very nice thing. It is just I am very bad at traditional clothes shopping. At this point I mainly order things online and just suck up the postage fees if it turns out I hate it or it doesn’t fit. The crowds, the noise, the cramped dressing rooms that are always way too warm for me, and all the muzak.

    Alright, enough stalling. Off to shop I go.

    First I have to move our outdoor bird into the garage because they are predicting record lows for the next two nights. Look at that, found another way to stall.